I went for a morning walk earlier this week. Because the mornings are crisp and clear, this is my favorite time of year for walking. As I walked along I was enjoying an eclectic selection of music on my iPod. It started with Toad The Wet Sprocket's Dam Would Break, followed by I Shouted Your Name by Curtis Salgado, Blondie's Dreamin' and then I'll Be Here Awhile by 311. See? Quite the varied playlist and I was secretly congratulating myself on my musically open mind.
I was pretty proud of myself, but it wasn't just the music. I was taking care of my body, walking at a good clip...breathe in, breathe out, getting fresh air and exercise while appreciating the fall colors. Along the way I was picking up small bits of litter and shoving it into my pockets.
As I walked up to my front porch I was reviewing how terrific I felt about myself right then.
Great taste in music: Check.
Getting my exercise: Check.
Cleaning up my neighborhood: Check.
So as I reached around to give myself a great big pat on the back, I noticed I had my shirt on backwards.
Keeping it humble: Check.