I am four days into my No-Buy zone and am already feeling it. Of course I would be confronted with catalog after catalog full of glorious dresses for Spring. Of course my coworker would come in wearing the most incredible saffron colored bolero jacket, modeled after 80s favorite Members Only, and then tell me it was on sale. Of course I would start seeing shoes that need to come home with me.
I’ve been good, though. I have been working through my wardrobe and prepping it for another paring down. The only thing I might do is replace the silk blouse my son ruined with the contents of his upset stomach. It is a work blouse, very unusual, and goes with four different suits, so I feel like that is a decent purchase to make.
I feel like I am finally hitting my stride as a human being. I’ve finally got this life thing under enough control, that I can navigate the bicycle of it out of the neighborhood and into the park to explore. The training wheels have been off for a while, but I’ve still been learning the balance and how to managed the differences in the sidewalk. I’m not careening blithely, and I am wearing a safety helmet, no matter how dorky I look. Just finally, really and truly enjoying things.
