Walking down the stairwell of my school today I thought absently about the shirt I happen to be wearing – a long sleeve Michigan football t-shirt made with the softest cotton. I have no ties to Michigan, I have no immediate family in the American’s Mitten, but I do have friends there, and I got to take a trip out to Detroit/Ann Arbor last October which is when I bought this shirt. Simply by wearing this article of clothing I am reminded of my trip – a few awesome days in Detroit with Brandon and Amanda (whom I will always know as Jonah Fark) and my time Stephany, who lives in Ann Arbor, and the adventures we had!
This made me think about other articles of clothing that bring me comfort, namely a Boston hoodie I unintentionally adopted from my friend Robyn when he moved from Seattle to Florida. Florida – not much need for hoodies. Robyn left it behind and I took it upon myself to give that hoodie a good home and a steady rotation in my wardrobe. Never mind that I’ve yet to visit Boston and have no emotional ties to the Red Socks, but I love that hoodie. It’s wearing thin and this makes me know that it has been loved well by both Robyn and me.
I think about my pink shoes and the joy I feel when I wear them. They remind me not only of my own particular journey but of the wonderful, life giving women I have the pleasure of knowing from college, specifically Abby. She loves all things pink and glitter and has always been a source of comfort and joy for me. Abby lives a life of service, of loving people, and is devoted to God and Dr. Pepper (in that order) and I am a better person for knowing her and all the other women from my life at ETBU.
I think of my Magnolia Varsity Football 1999 t-shirt and how, when I’m homesick for familiar roads, familiar places, wide open skies, and a lifetime of memories… yes, then I wear the faded heather gray shirt with block maroon letters. The best part is that it has my brother’s name on the back because he was a part of the varsity football team that year (shout out to my big brotherChris!). It’s wearing thin and most likely shouldn’t be worn in public, but I can’t help it. It’s familiar. It’s of good times gone by. It’s of family
Clothing is more than what I cover up with; clothing holds my memories, moments in time that may seem insignificant but actually impress upon my heart and soul the moments that made me laugh, cry, and that moved me in some way. These things shine on my soul and allow me to remember that I am not alone. You may just see a hoodie or some shoes, but to me it’s about remembering that I’m not alone.
I’m not alone.
I’m not alone.
Too much meaning for a t-shirt? maybe. but I don’t really care.