Therapy

I believe in good therapy.  Whether it comes in the form of a good talk with a friend, some alone time, a diet coke, a loud and long scream, a pill, retail therapy, whatever it is that works for you.  In my OLD age and busy life I find a need "therapy" much more often now a days.  Thankfully I have friends who also need it.  I appreciate the phone chats, occasional quiet dinners where we can just talk, movie nights, etc.  A few weekends ago I got to get out the house.  It was wonderful.  It felt good.  While at the mall (if we can call it that) I found my self drifting in and out the shoe stores. SHOES are one of my forms of therapy.  There is something so refreshing to me about going in and trying on all sorts of shoes.  Shoes that I dream about buying, shoes that I would never buy cause they look RIDICULOUS, and shoes that I wish I had the courage to buy.  It feels like a mini escape from myself.  And to be honest sometimes I need to escape me.

It felt good.  It felt refreshing.  It was what I needed.

These gold sparkly beauties were calling my name.  I don't know that I could taken more than 5 steps in them, but I sure liked how my legs looked in them :)