I must change my knickers more often!

I have an admission that I'm just going to put out there for you all to read….

I have a tendency not to change my knickers for a long time.

Now don't be alarmed by this, I don't mean I don't wear fresh knickers (panties, for my American friends) every day, I do, and I wash them too, but I am guilty of sticking to the same style until the little (or not so little) buggers have seen better days.

I'll find a shape I like and then buy them in as many colours as I can, or if there is only the one colour it won't bother me I'll just go ahead and fill my drawer with them. This means that I always have comfy kecks on (kecks, another British term for knickers), but, and there is a big BUT, this means that I hardly ever wear matching bra and knickers sets. I have a few, but they are for special occasions, where more than likely they won't be on for very long. You know what I mean. ;-)

What's so bad about that?

Well I got to thinking about comfort the other day when I saw this quote on Pinterest.

I started wondering if I have given away the passions of my soul, and have traded them in for a 'comfortable' 44 year old's version of life.
In my earlier years I would have never settled for comfort, my bloodied feet from squeezing into fashionable, ill-fitting shoes were testament to that fact, but lately I have found myself opting for easier/more comfortable/less challenging things, and I don't think it's doing me any good whatsoever!

 Knickers have become my symbol of this 'murder of passions'.

I shall elaborate…
Like I said I don't change the style of my undies until forced, usually because the shop no longer stocks them. When forced, I try to find the nearest style to my old ones, and if I can't , I will sulk for a while, and probably keep wearing the old ones until they are threadbare.
Change, I don't do change!

Sometime in my growing up I have sub-conciously decided that 'change is bad'. I don't know when this occurred, but it's making me miserable!

Like it says in this quote to the left, I am very bored with my general day to day existence and want to break out of 'these self imposed limits', but my nagging, careful, comfortable brain seems to put the kibosh on the 'trying something new' bit.

I am a strong headed woman who, if you read these blogs of mine you'll know, is pretty opinionated, and I feel like I can do just about anything I set my mind to, but I'm so frustrated with my inability to actually do the setting.

How do I get my mind/brain/electrons not to be afraid of change?

Here's the quote that tells me what to do!

My comfort zone, which really should be renamed to something along the lines of 'My Apathetic Zone', has become so big that I hardly recognise there is a world outside it. I see the outside in fleeting flashes in my mind, but the path to the new world is blurred.

I long for those glimpses.

So this is where knickers come into it!

I have bought myself some new knickers. These kecks are a low short shape, made of a micro fibre material that is silky to the touch and in fuchsia pink! They are nowhere near my usual hard wearing cotton mix, high leg, stripey patterned, bikini shape briefs. 

The Reason: I am using these undies as a catalyst to help me leave my comfort zone.

It's a small step, but if I keep finding little ones to take, sometime in the not so distant future, I may find myself escaping into the exciting world of my glimpses, living my dreams, finding my passions again, and my not-so-comfortable zone will fade into the distance.

As Neil Armstrong may have said if he was a woman

"One small step in new undies,

one giant leap to a passion filled life!"

Now I just have to find a ladylike way of fishing these new kecks out of the crack of my backside!

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KLxx