I love, love the colorful workout pants… ON EVERYONE ELSE. They’re adorable and they catch my eye every time I see them on people. But when I put them on, it just feels like “1985 called and they want their pants back”. I just can’t do it. I like my plain, black, THICK workout pants.
I’m not giving up though. I will try again to get out of my box on this. If you read my previous post about the mismatched socks, you may remember that I have found freedom in surrendering before. There’s a carefree attitude than can easily sweep across us when we embrace the going-for-it. Joy can be in the littlest of things like non-black spandex.
Getting out of our comfort zone can be good for the soul, so I’m going to keep trying. Like I wrote about yesterday, I had fun coloring my world in a day. I just can’t color my bottom half quite yet. Perhaps this could be a good exercise in perseverance and goal setting. Colored spandex, I’ve got my eyes on you. Legs, get ready. 🙂