Impossible

Apparently I like to need toilet paper on March 18th. Timehop says that on this exact day last year, I secured a decent-sized package even as there was exactly one roll left in our house. I have now matured as an adult and become panicked about these things much earlier, so when I ran to Target tonight in a tizzy because we needed it, there were six rolls tucked safely in the pantry.

It's amazing how a pandemic can lead to personal growth.

My panic shopping on the anniversary of another panic shopping trip made me think about how very limited my ventures into the world have been for the past year. Y'all, I go to Target, Marshall's, and a few other places, but that's about it. I've ventured to the Outlets twice in a year, but haven't even been in the parking lot of a mall.

Do malls still exist? I'm not entirely sure.

I was never a big mall person, but I certainly went to them for work clothes. Banana Republic and Anne Taylor are my jam ... or they were my jam. Now that nobody cares what I look like below the shoulders, I exist on Target Chic. Sometimes I get fancy and throw a Sam's Club clearance sweatshirt in there. It's wild because LITERALLY NOBODY CARES.

I went from making sure I was dressed just a little more professionally than actually required (blazers and jeans were my uniform in The Before Times) to completely not caring and having it not matter at all.

I overdressed because I was the rare woman existing in a man's world. Overdressing was the only way to battle the completely unneccessary comments from random people. They were comments that were especially stupid since the men literally wore sloppy t-shirts with their jeans but WHATEVER.

The virtual work world is a bit more leveled, and I've only worn real shoes once in the past year. That's definitely an upside.