As much as I love the idea of free time, when it comes around I end up feeling restless because there are just too many options and only so much times. Yesterday, because I go to work at noon, I was left with a few hours to myself after getting the kids on the bus. And for the first time in a long, long time, I did not have anything on my plate that needed to be tended to immediately, no appointments or special visits or needs to visit anywhere. I spent some time snuggling with my dog while skimming Facebook and I realized I was bored. So I asked myself what I really wanted and it turns out I really wanted shoes. Shoes for work that are not $12 Walmart specials that are too big and not real attractive. So I went to my favorite shop for shoes hoping that I would find a pair I like in my size, because being a 7 1/2 shoe, I often get left out in the cold. As luck would have it, I found an awesome pair of Clarks in my size and they will look good whether I dress casual or dress up. I even had a 50% off coupon so I got an amazing deal! I was really happy and was thinking I should just go home instead of pressing my luck, but I wanted to check out Fitbits at Target. The pedometer I wear is from the Pebble company, who was supposed to be going under at the end of the year, but apparently their site/support shut down suddenly so no information is being tracked right now. And while I am not concerned with it for my own interest (too much) my work has a website that sync's up the data and I earn wellness points which equate to cash rewards and bigger raises each year. I have a huge loathing of Target's clothing in general, but yesterday I found 4 items that I actually like, a pair of leggings that are actually not so long that they bunch up at the bottom (which is difficult when you are only 5ft tall), two sweater dresses and a flowing top. All three tops/dresses work well with the leggings. It was a battle to get me to say yes to them, I am horrible about clothes, especially if I am not getting them at a thrift shop. I overanalyzed all my bumps and lumps and fat rolls that the dresses highlighted. Then I had a magically moment of awareness of what I was doing, living for what is supposed to be instead of what is, delaying joy for what? For a physique that doesn't meet someone else's ideal? Psht. Nonsense. I like them so I bought them. I may not be approached for a modeling gig next month, but compared to how I normally dress, it is a huge update/upgrade. Today I wore one of them to work instead of my boring work shirt with plain black pants that I usually wear all fall and winter long. I got a ton of compliments and I just feel really attractive.