Inside Out

Typically, on the occasions, yes occasions, I have put my underwear on inside out, it is because I was rushing to get to school, practically dressing in the dark in the wee hours of early morning, stressing before my day even began. And, typically, I would flip them right side in when I noticed the faux pas.

Today is different.

I woke up at the hour I used to leave for work, walked and fed my pooch, headed to the gym for a productive 62-minute stint on the elliptical machine, did some household chores, checked Facebook, exchanged texts with a couple of friends, made breakfast, and got ready at a leisurely pace before rolling into the office---my office---at 9 am.

Yet, somehow, I still managed to put my panties on inside out. 

Normally, inside-out skivvy days weren't good days. They were days when I had too much on my platter, not enough hours in the day or days in the week to take sizable bites out of the extra large servings.  

But, today? Today is different. I got home after a productive morning and early afternoon, and although my work isn't over, I am not breaking out in hives or dry-heaving as I did many days walking onto campus, balancing in my heels on the unevenly brick-paved walkway to my classroom. 

Today, when I noticed that my panties were inside out as I changed from office attire (I'll use that term loosely since today it was jeans paired with a dressy top and cardigan) into my favorite yoga pants and tank top, I just decided to leave them that way.  After all, I had finally broken the curse.  

It also got me thinking about how the underwear was a metaphor for recent events in my life. I turned my professional life inside out, and great things are happening because of it. 

And, a little piece of me really just wants to be a rebel today. 


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