I have got back in the habit of ironing whatever clothes I’ll need for the weekend, so I knew I was wearing my super comfortable purple and white skirt. I knew it was going to be a challenging day. Last night I got some challenging news and I needed some time to absorb it and knew that others at school might feel a bit off as well. As I got dressed in the early morning dark I mentally prepared for the day ahead and knew I needed a little “perk me up”.
I am probably the least fashion-conscious person you could ever meet and accessories are for others not for me. An exception is my love for purple- if I have a way to add on a bit of purple I just may do it.
Today I grabbed my favorite purple scarf. This old friend I bought in Mumbai about 14 years ago when I lived there (as it happens the skirt is from then too).
With this scarf swathed around my neck, I could hear a faint jingle wherever I walked today. I may have even swirled around the room merrily brushing the soft fabric as I walked by any innocent bystanders.
Between the purple and the softest jingle as I walked I felt my shoulders relax and a spring return to my step. That year in India was hard for personal reasons, yet I have such fond memories of that time and I know that even though today’s news may have been a bit unsettling some time in the (hopefully not so distant) future it would seem insignificant and I would be able to recall happy memories of flouncing around in my jingly scarf.
Sometimes a jingle is just the self care I need (perfect as my OLW is BELIEVE and February’s helper word is care- I can take care of myself too!).