What has changed, halfway through my year of skorts? Has simplifying my closet simplified my life? Have I gained anything by losing my obsession with my wardrobe?
Well, there is this:
Last Saturday, halfway through a very busy day in front of people (teaching classes, speaking), I caught a glance of my unkempt self in a floor-to-ceiling window. It was the sort of mid-day reflection that ordinarily would have sent me running for cover. Even six months ago, if THAT reflection had greeted me, I would have set about fixing my hair, straightening my layers, vowing to never wear THIS unflattering skort ever again. I would have panicked, remembering I had not put on makeup that morning. I would have stopped at nothing to procure a hat. I would have found some way to change the skort. If I could not have addressed any of these wardrobe mis-steps, I would have had a truly miserable day.
Instead, last Saturday, I saw my reflection and thought this: “That’s funny. I sure FEEL great.” And that was it. I carried on. I engaged with other people and taught my classes and enjoyed a drive through the mountains so beautiful it almost caused traffic accidents. I had a great day, even knowing I looked not-so-great.
I could not have told you this with any conviction, maybe ever before in my life: feeling great is WAY BETTER than looking great. What has changed? Just about every-damned-thing.