Twillory black dress shirt over tan Vertx pants. Black Anson belt with silver buckle and black Tecovas roper boots. Orient panda watch and Scent Reserve #66 inspired by Spice Bomb!

Mother Nature really likes to mess around. The birds are chirping, the sun is out, but it's 30 degrees!! 😳. So today I figured I'd match her mood! Chocolate Brown 1/4zip Cream/Blue/Tan mini herringbone dress shirt Mid Blue Trousers Brown with blue shadow stripe OTC dress socks Brown Split toe Derby's Monterey - Commodore Hope you all have a fantastic Wednesday!!

We don't realize how far we've come until we look at where we started. The other day I stopped at the grocery store to pick up a few items. Standing in the checkout line, I noticed a guy coming into the store about my height and age. My first impression (and I'm not proud of it) was to wonder if he'd checked the mirror before leaving home. He wore Crocs with black socks, rumpled cargo shorts, a t-shirt that used to be white but had yellowed with age and sprouted a few extra holes at the collar. Over all of this, a baggy green hoodie and a visor cap with his salt and pepper hair poking out the top in unkempt spikes. The thought "I wouldn't leave the house looking like that" had barely finished forming when it was stopped dead in its tracks— up until a few years ago I used to leave the house almost exactly like that. All the time. In fact, I'm pretty sure I still have that exact hoodie somewhere at home! It was a humbling moment. I didn't feel superior. I felt grateful. It reminded me of something important: everyone is on their own journey. The guy who just bought his first tie deserves the same respect as the guy who's been pressing pocket squares for twenty years. We don't know where someone is in their story, and we don't know what got them there. I left the store not with judgment, but with gratitude. Gratitude for the version of me that didn't know any better, and fuel for the version of me I'm still becoming.