This morning.
Nothing to wear, typical of the closet-full-of-things-but-hate-it-all syndrome. I pull hangers our haphazardly with half-asleep eyes. Try on a few options, get frustrated or bored—whichever comes first—and decide I’ll sweat instead.
Half an hour of Pilates and a shower later, I refresh with a fruit smoothie. S l u r p . Mm. Glides easily down my mouth to Mario singing the soundtrack to my typical mornings. I dance a little in my bra and underwear like little girls would sing into their hair brushes; R&B makes a woman feel sexy. No makeup on; I’m already late. Fantastic.
(Note to self: Wardrobe streamlining and re-vamp desperately needed; why is it that none of what I own aligns with who I’ve become?)
So I reach for my trustworthy boots, black pants and floaty blouse (perhaps a little on the sheer side, but warrants a much-needed breeze in a lecture hall packed with sweaty college kids). It’s a uniform I’ve grown to rely upon and love: comfortable, unobtrusive, and me.
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We have such a common routine. It’s hard to decide what to wear, in case I walk to gym later or if I see the guy I like. So many decisions and such poor choice. Time to refresh my closet for the new season.
I think its possible for a man or a woman to fall in love with their spouse after marriage. Think of the parts of the world where arranged marriage is still practiced. You can’t tell me that those couple’s don’t love each other though I will admit that there are some who probably don’t. Spending timing with someone, doing things together are a huge part of falling in love. Having a child is a major event. Its one of those things that can divide a couple or bring them together.