I’m always telling people that “I have to have options. I have to! I can’t live without having the option to change my situation or to make another choice!” Well, turns out I don’t like choices nearly as much as I thought I did.
I was getting dressed to go out with a girlfriend. Nothing fancy, we’d just go have drinks at our usual spot while catching up before I head out of town again. So there was no need for me to get super dressed up. A little face and maybe an accessory or two and I’m good. But for the life of me I couldn’t figure out what to wear. I had an entire closet, my closet, at my disposal and couldn’t think of a single thing to wear. I have silks and satins, cashmeres and plain old cottons but not one thing I thought to be a suitable choice.
When you’re on the road you don’t have these problems. You have finite options dictated by the airlines’ baggage allowances. You have one, maybe two, dressy outfits (or outfits that can pass as dressy on the road). You have a couple of accessories, maybe, and one shoe option. That’s it. So getting dressed to go out is really simple. You come home, hop in the shower and put on your one outfit. Worst case scenario you end up doing “Eeny meeny miny moe,” or flipping a coin to choose between your two options. I miss that. When I was on the road “what to wear?” was never a thing. If the event was this, then you wore that. Super simple.
Now I find myself looking around my place and wondering “Do I really need all of this stuff?” I know that the answer is “No!” but I’m not quite sure if I want to do anything about it . . . yet. Maybe I’ll have a yard sale. The only problem is that I don’t actually have a yard. Hmmm . . .