It was the end of the day and a guy in the collections department gave me a weird look. He asked me if my shirt was on inside out. I looked for the buttons on the front of the shirt and they weren’t there.
I was wearing my golf shirt inside out.
“Wow…all day long.” I smiled at Tim, lifted the shirt over my head (I still had an undershirt on) and turned it back around. “Thanks.” I chuckled.
“Yeah. No problem,” Tim said.
It was a silly mistake and that’s it. I wasn’t mad at myself. I’ll definitely check my shirts from now on, like I checked the one I’m wearing now. I wasn’t embarrassed. I’m not perfect and I’m not striving to be perfect. I'm striving to enjoy situations just like that one.
“Inside Out Shirt Days” will happen; we just have to learn from them and move on.
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