On The Way To Catharsis

One of the best and worst things about me is I seldom follow through. I must’ve really been wallowing in self-pity when I set a goal of four posts on catharsis. I guess I really just needed one. I sat down last night to take my second trip and got distracted by a giant bag of sugar free lollipops. Then I remembered my friend Lynne telling me years ago her daily mantra was, “happy feet, happy mind.” She even sent me crazy socks from time to time just to remind me to keep my feet happy.

My friend Tammy is like-minded, only she doesn’t know. It’s not the colors that put a little pep in her step, but toe-socks do the trick for her. Mostly because she knows I think it’s insane and so she’ll tell me every time she wears a pair. Then she giggles. Happy feet, happy mind.

I’m grey heel/toe on white, personally. I like the lines. I like the routine. I like trusting my socks. Secure feet… secure mind?

Happy feet, happy mind. Happy feat, happy mind.

It’s technically Thanksgiving here. I guess I’m thankful for happy feet. If ya got ‘em, flaunt ‘em.