The refuge will be there waiting until next time.
All of a sudden, out of nowhere it feels like the beginning of the the end (of Summer break). The reclusive weeks in the chic bug-out are dwindling down to mere days.
Taking NOTES from the MEN (who have fewer options and less zealous marketing).
1. Pockets! - Perhaps even forgo a purse. π±
2. Dresses and skirts (while they so contentedly stick with pants and shorts).
3. Fewer colors.
4. SMALLER CLOSETS.
5. Denim.
P.S. The procuring of such items was made possible by strategic, color-coded closet organization (and periodic paring down,) allowing myself to plainly explain and my husband to effortlessly locate the 10 or so sought-after items in mere minutes via FaceTime. π️
As I watched another woman caregiving today (I had a few hours away from my own supportive duties,) it stopped me dead in my tracks how important, beautiful, and fulfilling it is - the work of caring for others. On my end, rearing my children nonstop has felt demanding and intolerable as of late, but the image of this smiling lady pushing a grinning older gentleman in his wheelchair on our wooded path was just what I needed to startle me back into recognizing our shared guardian superstardom. π
As a former clothing COLLECTOR (hoarder-squirrel πΏ️!) this is a new frontier for me —
Wear your SEASONAL (shop once quarterly max) wardrobe so much that there is no question as to whether you love and keep the clothing longer OR, NO QUALMS, they’ve fulfilled their destiny and you don’t!
What’s the next ITERATION of YOU?? Decide as though no one else gives a !&*% — because they don’t!! πππ
Be. Here. Now.
It may feel inopportune (especially in social summer!) but when the appropriate resolve of a weighty decision is OBSCUREd, go inward. Alone time. NO OUTSIDE OPINIONS. Re-cocoon.
Thank you, yoga, for defying prevailing social norms, values, and traditions. The crazier you are, the more I like you. π
The more populated your area, the more critical to your survival it is to Bushwhack — to machete your own path !!! (As in, the herd is headed to the slaughterhouse — go your own way.) π³
Most times I have nowhere to be, which makes me practically an alien in this rushy-rushy society.