It was several years ago, probably around the second semester of my sophomore year of college:
Due to my ‘love’ for politics, I had finally decided [after being held to the stove by my adviser] to declare a major in Political Science [what?], because of this I now was bent on spending a good chunk of my life in a brick building, learning about…uhhh…hmmm…the ‘science’ or political rhetoric? The top of this building was the school of history and political science [meaning once I declared my second major in Social Science Education, I lived in this place], but the bottom floor was the school of business.
I tried a business class in college, having quite a bit of success in ‘business’ classes in high school. It didn’t even take two days before I dropped and replaced those classes. I was so bored, I didn’t care, the only thing I cared about:
The powersuit.
As a political science nerd, I were shorts, a t-shirt, and a faded, out dated baseball cap to class…every…single…day. Those business kids though, whoa, they would be walking down the hall in their suits and ties, skirts, and heels. It was intimidated and envy creating all together.
I wanted that powersuit.
Side Note: Just for entertainment sake, one of the individuals that I constantly crossed paths with, who was in the business department, always sporting classy threads was none other than K8.
There was something about a suit, the way it feels, the presence of it. If you hadn’t gathered yet, I’m a rather ‘outgoing’ individual, and as one person once said, “You take up the room when you enter.” [this was after I lost the weight] Due to speech competitions in high school I had grown quite fond of the suit and tie combo, and because of my frame, honestly…I looked good in it.
Teachers don’t wear suits [except at parent-teacher conferences and professional development 'conferences'], and since I was definitely was not ever going to become a pastor of any sorts; I figured that by becoming a college professor [someday] I would get to wear the outfit to work…someday.
Reality hit [also known as the creation of this site]. For most of my life I had sported a hat, apron, polo, and khakis at my lovely Subway store; it was OK, but it was a uniform. Nothing more.
Between you and me [and of course God], I felt so comfortable in a suit, not power hungry, but between the on stage appearance, a slight desire of politics, and just socializing in all sorts of places in my life; in many ways that tie and those slacks became my sweatpants.
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It was Thursday last week, one of the insane days of my life associated with my job, I had gotten up late because of the straight up exhaustion from the previous night. Showered, shave, and got my ‘work clothes’ on. Got to my store, took care of the place, filed my evaluation, stopped over to speak to another store owner, and headed to my small group or Thursday night bible study.
It was when I walked into the house, and was ‘attacked’ by two of my favorite soccer players, and started munching on some awesome red pepper slices [strange addiction]; one of the lovely individuals from MoVal made the claim, “Is that what you where to work?”
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That’s when it dawned on me.
Slacks, white under shirt, white button up shirt, black dress shoes, crimson red tie, clean shaved, sunglasses resting on my head, while hitting the ‘lock’ button on the car.
The powersuit.
While some are quick to make the claim of my ‘spoiled’ life, I for one will not completely disagree, and will admittedly note that I am undeserving of any of this life. However, I find it insanely unique that five years ago I dreamed of this outfit, this life, and had absolutely no idea how or if that would ever come true.
I did not do a single thing to ‘earn’ this. I place that suit, that car, and this dream at the feet of my God. Noting all I have, is really never mine.
As I gear up for another day, getting ready, pouring coffee, and letting His son [sun] touch my face. I smile; knowing that through all those dark days…He protects me.
Do not be afraid of what you are about to suffer. I tell you, the devil will put some of you in prison to test you, and you will suffer persecution for ten days. Be faithful, even to the point of death, and I will give you the crown of life.
-D-
