A Gift To Be Simple

When I dress more simply, my mind feels simpler. Summer is conducive to this. The weather allows for outfits that consist of one or two light pieces, like a little yellow cardigan and a long linen dress. Some of the mental clutter dissipates.

It's a good thing, to be able to see into the corners of yourself. It can also be scary, because the bare room will look different than you expected. We all form assumptions about ourselves. Like any assumptions, they fail to encompass the entire situation. In a way, my simpler outfit led me to think about how complex each person is. Ideas about identity are a way to make sense of things, to organize our concepts of self. But theoretical frameworks are only that, not the fullness of illogical reality.

I don't know if I'm living my life the "right" way. Am I productive enough, adult enough? Will I ever get a degree? Why do I have a million insecurities, and how do I mitigate them? Am I thinking too much? My book of the moment is Working--perhaps that has made me more pensive. But hey, the author's name is hilarious: Studs Terkel.

I wonder whether I dress a certain way because I'm in a certain mood, or vice versa. I suppose it's a bit of both.