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Crappy Day Cure

Today I've just been in one of "those" moods. It's not hormonal. It's not situational. It's just what it is. Just about everything set me off: traffic, stupid questions, my re-arranged porch furniture. My mind has been racing since 10 this morning, desperately searching for something to fix my itch. I covered all the bases: a long run, kickboxing, devouring some ice cream, painting, writing, sitting in the sun, kicking the wall. Nothing really struck me as suitable. I even tried a reliable method: trying on shoes. Ah, no relief.

I found a delightful cure: trying on silly hats. I spent about 20 minutes just trying on every single hat in the store. They were red and purple and black and white. Some had bows; others feathers. My favorite made me think of a New England beach...it's what I imagine I would wear on one. Another favorite made me feel like I stepped out of a 1927 photo of a flapper. It was so much fun, and meant to be. For once, my hair wasn't in a ponytail out in public. I wish I had taken a picture, but I don't think that was meant to be. This was MY moment for my crappy day, and the images are meant to be stored in my soul.

The motto for today is that sometimes you just need to be silly. So now I am off to change into pajamas at 4 in the afternoon, curl up on my couch with my journal and some cider and watch a really silly, slightly offensive movie.

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