Taking the day off from visiting contractors and distributors to go golfing with my wife. Have not played in a while so this should be interesting. Leaving about 10am. A little work before we leave on the computer. - red and white golf shirt - Blue Golf belt - Navy tech slim fit chinos - White tennis shoes for travel to course - Grey golf shoes not shown - Apple Watch today.

I am 27, almost 28 and I haven’t changed my fashion too much from middle/high school. T-shirts and shorts are my everyday outfit. (Hey, at least I “upgraded” from oversized basketball shorts to knee-length cotton shorts) I have elevated pieces - i.e. wool trousers, penny loafers, overshirts, selvedge denim jeans I just feel like it’s ”weird” for me to dress better. I know this feeling goes away and is normal for a lot of people, but it’s so overwhelmingly strong for me that if I have a “nicer” outfit than usual on, I just go back inside the house to change back into what feels normal. I also have no idea how to style pieces together, and I’m sort of a perfectionist in the worst way possible. If I don’t think an outfit perfectly meshes together, I just give up and resort to my usual, which is undoubtedly even worse. So it doesn’t even make sense most of the time. I have a hard time sticking to one fashion style too. I don’t know if this is a bad thing, but I really do like multiple different styles. Heritage/workwear, minimalism, ivy/preppy, and classic sartorial really resonate with me, and I feel like I have a good-enough body type to pull most things off, I just don’t know how to. OF COURSE I’m not going to combine multiple/all styles into one outfit, I was thinking more of a day-by-day rotation between styles and also depending on the weather. Basically all I’m saying is that I seriously let perfect be the enemy of good. I wonder how other people got out of this.

Heading out today with my wife for some errands. It’s sunny going to get up to 60 degrees. Seems like a great day to not have a coat today!! Have a great Saturday my friends!!

Thank you all for the kind birthday wishes—truly appreciated. I should’ve mentioned I share the day with my little buckaroo, Frankie, who just turned 10… so I’m in good company and slightly outnumbered. My cowgirl and I spent the evening doing a respectable (and occasionally questionable) Texas two-step at our local dance hall. Somewhere between the turns and the music, I managed to break in a new pair of saddle tan caiman belly boots—a generous gift from her, and I’d say she knows exactly what she’s doing. Figured the occasion called for something with a bit of presence, so Curly’s “Infinity” got the nod… seemed only right for a night out. Grateful for another year. Cheers, brothers.