Dressed in layers. |
I am getting dressed.
I have carefully selected the clothing I want to wear out of all of the options I have.
I put the clothing on, usually blouses layered over upon each other, but then notice the clothing was not exactly the same as what I originally selected.
I notice a slight variation in style. Or maybe the blouse ends up being too tight. Or maybe the color is completely different.
I feel pressure to hurry and get dressed, but also the need to change what I had just put on. I struggle with taking the clothes off and then putting them back on again. Things seem a bit foggy and confusing. Sometimes I decide at the last minute to just continue with what I am wearing, to make it work.
Symbolic of an identity crisis? Fitting in with my expanded spiritual state? Figuring out who I really am now that the old me has sloughed off?
All of the above.