I was in my closet the other day, looking for a pair of jeans to throw on. They all fit. They’re the same jeans I’ve had and rotated through for years; adding new ones occasionally, getting rid of the ones that were too worn out, or downgrading them to my “workshop clothes” section. I’ve always been happy with the fit and style of these jeans. I never really thought about them much.

But that day, nothing was right.

After ransacking my pants, I finally found a pair to settle on. Just some plain ol’ basic jeans I’ve had for years but have only worn a handful of times because I didn’t particularly like them. But that day, they were perfect.

I ran into this again and again. So I started replacing my jeans, getting different ones. Nothing too profound. Just a person buying new jeans.

Then I noticed something.

My wardrobe had almost no jeans with rips.
No jeans with tears.
No jeans with distressing.

And at the same time, my days had fewer rips, fewer tears, and less distressing too.

Maybe this is me realizing I’m changing.