I wear sunglasses every day.
Every season. They keep the sun out of my eyes as well as the wind. They block all those nasty things that can fly into your eyes when you live in New York.
Soot. Dirt. Dust. Falling objects from buildings.
Yesterday I didn’t.
It wasn’t intentional. It was overcast when I left my apartment and I was in a rush. So I forgot to drop them in my purse.
A few blocks later, the sun came out.
The reds and oranges of the tulips lining the sidewalk appeared more robust than usual. The sky a more vibrant shade of blue. The clouds that dotted the sky an almost brilliant white. Even the people I passed looked a bit more alive to me.
It took me a few blocks before I realized what was different.
My world was looking brighter not just because the sun had made an appearance, but because I was without my protective eyewear. There was nothing shielding me from its truth.
I started to reach inside my purse for them. But of course, they weren’t there. They were still on the dining room table, where I had left them.
I continue walking, feeling a bit naked without those shades.
But also reminded how the slightest bit of change in routine can color the way we see everything and vowing to inject more of that into my life.
This blog was updated on July 12, 2015 to keep it fresh and relevant!
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