A Sunday church-going outfit
What I Wore to Work Today: Mon, Jan 31
Tank top: Old Navy
Skirt: Charlotte Russe, made smaller by me
Ok, so I actually took this picture on Sunday and not Monday, after I got home from church and decided I was going to wear it again to work the next day too.
Yes, I said church. I’ve been going to church since the beginning of Advent in December as part of Operation Avoid Crushing Depression. Maybe the emptiness I was feeling was the absence of God, religion, faith, and/or spirituality? While maybe it was and probably it wasn’t, I no longer feel on the precipice of a dark dark canyon. So far I’ve been enjoying the routine of putting on nice clothes — sure, some people wear jeans and tshirts, and I prefer dressing up a little — and going to church on Sunday mornings, taking an hour for mindfulness in a community of people celebrating faith, thanksgiving, and good works. Yep, mornings! When I go to CrossFit on Saturday I’m up before 10 o’clock both days. In the morning. On purpose.
I like the latest church, a Lutheran congregation, best so far — mostly because it seems more liberal than the previous one, a different Lutheran church. I’ve been choosing churches based on a 2 mile radius from my apartment that start no earlier than 10:00, preferably later, rather than any specific theology. This one is at 10:45 and takes less than ten minutes door-to-pew. I don’t consider myself Christian or take communion when it’s offered and I remain quiet during some of the Jesus-is-my-Savior affirmations, which are much fewer at this church than the last one.
So yeah, I run for fun, wake up several hours before noon on weekends, and I attend church almost every week. I don’t recognize myself either.