It was another orange shirt day so I won’t bother taking photos of it.
That’s the bad news. The good news is that today was a better day. I was finally able to complete three instructor observations + follow-up feedback and I felt like I was doing what I was hired to do at last. No more bonding. No more songs. No more community meetings. Just back to basics with one-on-one conferences with my people and conversations about all things instructional.
It was the best day of this experience yet. And I only thought of my closet half a dozen times.
I self-diagnosed and realized that, on top of the expected homesickness for mi familia, I was also pining for my closet. I mentioned it to the hubs during our daily FaceTime session, then went off to have a few brews with my peeps to celebrate a job well done. When I came home, guess what was texted to me from home?
Not as pretty or as organized as my header photo, but mine all the same.
Ah, my closet! How I miss thee!
You see, my friends, amidst all this exploration and creativity, I have come upon a realization: My “overt” talent is fashion.
Think about it: creating outfits is a true form of expression. When I consider cut and fabric and color and pattern, I am in a sense “painting” a picture of what I want the world’s perception of me to be. That’s powerful and empowering.
All my life, I bemoaned my writing talent as being too high maintenance and unappreciated due to its cumbersome end product (“Hey, do you wanna read my 50,000-word novel? No? Didn’t think so”). I wanted a talent that allowed for a more accessible and overt vehicle of showing off. And guess what? I’ve had it all along.
No wonder I’ve been subconsciously miserable: my creative outlet has been stifled for the past week and a half. I’m hoping that taking this coming up weekend off with KS#1 will do wonders in helping me through this.
Now if only I can convince the hubs that I need a care package of hand-picked clothing from my closet…