I have these super comfy capri yoga pants. I have two pair of them, actually. They are supposed to be for yoga and now for dance, but I have been wearing them...all...the...time.
And I have noticed something about these pants: They make me lazy.
They are too comfortable, too much like pajamas.
How sad is that!?
I have this vision of my essential, Wild Woman,
eccentric Self: She is walking down the street having been at a dance
class or a yoga class as a student or a teacher; she is carrying a
wonderful bag filled with symbolic sorts of things.
(What would be in your bag?)
In this vision, I am very fit, and I wear yoga clothes at all times. You know -- the flowy pant, the fitted top with something flowy over that, the casual but chic shoes, a bit of jewelry, my hair messily and stylishly thrown up atop my head.
So I buy these capris and I think, cool, time to manifest this particular visual. I won't have to change three times a day or more for the different activities I do, so not only am I cute (ha!) but I am also uber-efficient.
Yoga clothes, for me, it turns out, are great for yoga, but they make me lazy in the other parts of my day.
They make me feel too casual.
put on a skirt -- nothing fancy but a summery sort of skirt -- and I
find myself gettin' back to business. I write more; I work on other
thought dressing more formally was a tool and that people in the West
were getting too informal. He believed this would lead to a lack of discipline and a sloppiness in relations.
Yep. Smart guy.
So...sigh...the yoga pants have to wait for the yoga.
How about you?
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