After spending winter in Sun Valley, Idaho, then a month off-grid in the Nisqually Valley, it was time to spend some time on a boat. Only I wasn't quite ready to spend some time on a boat (because that meant unpacking, cleaning, and organizing).
So I roamed around Seattle, went out to lunch, then found myself walking into a day spa. I love days like these, where each decision is literally in the moment, and so centering. That, and six months had passed since my hair had seen scissors, so it was time for my own spring cleaning.
I apologized to the stylist for having such tangled, sticky hair (after repeated washings in hard water, then being out in windy salt water). So kind, she wasn't even bothered by it. Then she chopped off four inches.
I may have fallen in love with those necklaces there, in the middle, on my way to a pedicure.
But my mindfulness skills went out the window. I couldn’t relax, not even with tea and calm music. Apparently, I'm not the only person afraid to have tools near her toes.
But these bright orange tootsies were exactly what I needed (to go do what needed to be done).