Can I Just Say. . .

As we approach Thanksgiving week,  I'm trying to take some time to "play."  I want to make something special to celebrate the holidays, to center my heart toward those I love, to enjoy the gifts I've been handed.  Being retired can be incredible... No early deadlines, no frantic feeling, just time to relax and become more of myself...  But I want to like her --- that self I'm becoming!  

Today a happy little shoebox arrived from Payless...  I'm kind of ashamed of my former shoes.. Or lack of them.  I've been known too often for wearing a beloved pair of sandals too, too, too long.  Years, winter and sumner, actually...   That's not the legacy to throw around.  Today's pair was only a little suede-like moccasin, black and fur lined...  Oh, my!  Comfy, warm...  My little feets were so pleasantly happy...  I'm working on just enjoying and not "stewing." 

Time for a little cup of chamomile tea and my date with the television...  Not sure what's on, but it could be one of those sappy happy Christmas movies...   The rain is trickling but the temps are falling.  It sounds like a wintry mix on my window by my bed...  Stay warm, safe, and happy...