It was little things that began to slowly shift my consciousness from worker to post-work life. I had worn jeans and swag tee shirts every day fro the last eleven years. There’s no need to dress up when you’re covering your shirt with a chef coat. In hot weather, we wore shorts and tee shirts, but there were still aprons on top.
One morning, I put on a dress. Why not? I’d been thinking of giving this one away, and decided I’d wear it first. I’d bought it at a thrift shop, beer was involved, and I’d never gotten around to wearing it. Basically, someone else really wanted it, and she kept trying to get me to say it would fit her. Finally, she came to me wearing it (we were at a community potluck, and the thrift shop was next door). I told her she’d never end up wearing it, because it was too tight. So she said I had to buy it then. I didn’t even know this woman, but we were dress buddies that evening. It was a few dollars, and it had pockets.
It turned into one of my favorites. I wear it and I become Miss Frizzle.
I can wear clothes that aren’t shorts and tee shirts. I go to bed without making sure my phone is charging. I don’t know how much gas is in my car, because I’m not driving every day. I’m not always rushed, hoarding every bit of spare time, impatient when other people want to waste it.
Little things. Taking back my life and seeing where it leads.
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