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Getting dressed happened in phases today. I couldn't shake my anxiety this morning, but I kept trying. Different attempts had different impacts.
The highlight of today, amid texting with different people came from my husband. He walked over to the front door and put his jacket on. He stood and looked at the door for a moment, smiled, and took his jacket back off.
He said, "I just wanted to remember what it felt like to get ready to go somewhere."
We laughed. I smiled. It was exactly what I needed—him, too. I want to be happy.
I already had the dress on, but it wasn't enough to get me focused and drawing. It's a super comfy, kinda formless, easy to wear and not care, silky-feeling sort of thing. I got it at a store called Goldie's. This is the first time I've worn it. It's off to a good start. Anyway, after I figured out that I needed more oomph with the help of my husband, I put on some big jewelry. My Frida Kahlo bracelet reminds me that art can be therapeutic, so I should get on with it. My giant not-bone necklace made me feel much tougher than I did when I woke up. It also makes me giggle.
I'm realizing that I really should have put on socks. Maybe tomorrow.