Re-Color My World

It seems that I've developed a twitch in my left eye. It's pretty low-grade and sporatic, but it's there. I can't pinpoint precisely when it began, but I know it was within the last few days. And I can't put my finger on what exactly triggers it since I only just started really taking note and paying attention. From what I understand, an eye twitch is usually set off by a major amount of stress and it really doesn't make sense for me to have one because, as most of my friends seem delighted in quickly pointing out, what do I know about stress? I mean, what does a care-free, irresponsible single girl-about-town have to be stressed out about anyway?

And yet, there it is: *twitch, twitch, twitch*

In a way it's kind of funny, actually. Funny in the same way that I found it funny when my doctor diagnosed me as depressed and put me on Prozac. It's another one of those things I imagined to be brought on by extreme circumstances. So either I was wrong and it doesn't really take much, or I am completely oblivious to how extreme my situations have become. Either way, I can only chuckle.

But on to more important things: my clothes.

I've been realizing lately how careless I've been lately with my appearance. There was once a time when I would not leave the house without lip gloss and I would put sparkles on my face just for fun. I wore pretty dresses and gorgeous shoes and enjoyed color. Lately my make-up is dull and minimal, jeans and jammie pants are my preference (for work, it's a jean skirt, which is only a slight step up), and black seems to be my staple color. How did this happen? When did the color fade from my closet? How could I have lost my sparkle? I'm not sure if my mood is the culprit or the casualty of this lack of interest, but I suspect that the two go hand-in-hand. So, since I'm on a kick to shake things up and do some new things to get me out of my "old lady" rut, I decided to start in my closet.

The first thing I did was put my clean clothes away. And in doing so, I noticed the start of the problem. I was living out of my laundry baskets. I would wash clothes and then fold them and put them back in the basket, but then stop. Then when it was time to get ready in the morning, I would reach for what was in the basket rather then make the trek to the closet. So I ended up wearing the same things over and over. I lost my need for creativity by doing this.

After hanging everything up in the closet like it was supposed to be, I found that I enjoyed getting up and deciding on what to wear to work again. And my effort showed. The first thing my work study student said when she came into my office was "Wow, you look pretty! Do you have a lunch date?"

I also bought some new make-up. And Saturday, even though I wasn't doing anything special, I added a little sparkle to my cheeks. And the difference it made to my mood was astounding.

It feels good to start feeling like me again. I can never again let some guy (or anyone else) steal my sparkle!