Having started back to work this week after a two and half month absence for a medical leave, it is taking me a bit to get into that morning groove. I find myself rushing around to get out the door by my declared 6:45 a.m. departure goal.
I scampered about looking for my shoes. I chose the black ones… but I laid out a brown belt the night before. I don’t care how much I let my physical appearance deteriorate in the years to come, I WILL NOT wear brown shoes with a black belt nor,… will I ever wear black shoes with a brown belt. It is a line I will not cross. I know, I know, all the cool guys are wearing blue suits with brown shoes. Uh, uh, I wasn’t raised that way. Blue suits should have black shoes.
After about 45 minutes of going back and forth with belt-shoes decisions, and questions like, “Where are my truck keys?” or “Should I take Advil now for my old, wobbly knees or wait until I get home tonight?” – I was ready to head out. I opened the garage door and then I am stopped in my greenish-brown shoes – complimented with a brown leather belt. I looked at the sky. Oh my goodness what a beautiful sunrise this morning. What a gift.
I can’t disagree that beautiful sunrises and sunsets do seem to have something in common with blue suits and brown shoes. I got me some pondering to do…