I am a little afraid of some things in my closet. The color or the shape or the pattern or. . .something just makes me avert my eyes when I see it. If I can’t see it, it probably can’t see me.
I’m getting braver though. I often think to myself that I’m wearing something without a second thought that, a year ago, I wouldn’t have even considered.
I finally got brave enough to wear it to church one Sunday. The heavens parted and angels sang and I loved this skirt.
I even look smug about leaving the house without changing into something black and boring.