Inspired by the Illustration Friday quote:
"If we all did the things we are capable of, we would literally astound ourselves". - Thomas Edison
As one of four siblings, hurrying, squabbling and noise were the order of our mornings - until the wonderful day I hauled open a resisting drawer and decided for myself what I would wear. Sticking my head through the neckhole of a stiff polyester knit shirt always resulted in sore ears - doing it myself, I could ease the ears through one by one, and if I had to turn the shirt around because I'd put it on back-to-front, at least it was not inside-out. I chose pants in the shade of brown that matched the stitching around the neckline and found acceptable socks where I'd left them, crumpled behind my bed. My older sister was sure the matching shirt and pants were accidental, but I didn't care. I felt as though I were floating.
To this day, that sense of accomplishment at age three, of being capable of choosing for myself and taking those choices into the day is like a trophy I gave myself - and memory polishes it brighter than graduating from high school or even university.