Fall is here in North Carolina.
In addition to moving tender plants in,
I am also tackling the task of switching out summer for fall clothes in my closet.
What an eye-opener this has been.
You see, I buy clothes for the person I WANT to be.
I do not wear them because I am NOT that person.
It looks like at my age I would be over this,
but it seems to be worse than ever.
I found many items that I have never worn. Some even had tags attached.
I sat and stared at this strange assortment and realized I am further away
from the intended wearer of these clothes than I have ever been.
I am not sure I can get there from here.