Let’s face it, we all adore “our stuff”- meaning, things we enjoy to help keep us happy and feel safe in our home space. For my dad, it’s a Hawaiian shirt even in 30 degree weather and gloves, for mom, it’s an artsy shawl or groovy bangles, for my stepmom, it’s a glass of vino with a friend, for Zac, it’s his snowboard, for HJ, it’s DNA, a new molecule or something I can’t pronounce, and for my daughter and bonus son, it’s a smart phone, etc. We just each choose our game differently.
What brings me that “I’m safe and makes me feel like “home” feeling?”
– My yoga mat (Nothing exists but the breath. There is no ego. There is only emotion and me.)
– An every night routine of reading and holding hands with my daughter before bed. (well, the days of being called “mama” are over. I take what I can get.)
– My Macs- all of them- and since the late, late 80s…. (it might be near cult member obsession. I do own a bumper sticker “my mac is smarter than your honor student”. That’s mac love. That’s mac chic.)
– Human Contact/Touch, and lots more touch! (OMG, I gave the masseuse a $20 tip last week. When you are lonely and miss human touch, is that legal?)
– My new pup, Kenny Rogers (even though he is shaggy today, needs a haircut as his current “doo” might be damaging his peripheral vision)
– My beautifully made and all fluffy and crisp, white “fake it to you make it Westin Heavenly Bed”- with high count sheets, comfy duvet and enough pillows you can’t find the headboard.
– A hot, bubble bath with a lavender or new yummy scent in my new bathtub
– Being on my road bike, completely in my own head with the rush and sound and smell of nature flying by me (course, that near death deer experience two years ago has put a damper on going alone these days) Who else buys the $1K+ bike BEFORE signing up and completing the MS150?
– My Uggs
– Scented candles – ocean, lavender, lilac, fresh linen, lovely! (though not a Yankee Candle Company fan after an “incident” with my Saab. They didn’t come out looking so good, but I did personally send a love note to the CEO, COO, corporate attorney, CMO, and I suspect I might be on a banned list somewhere. The local Saab dealership did however love the drama and did the repairs for free- I think they were proud of the local O’Fallon chutzpah!)
– French toast with blueberries and strawberries and lots ‘o syrup piled high (G-F of course)
– Reflexology (and for years, I hated feet, after seeing a dude on an airplane cutting this thick toenails then hanging them on the magazine rack NEXT to me….ick.)
– New perfume. (but nothing that smells like I might have smelled it over my shoulder in church, the bowling alley or on anyone over 80+ years of age.)
– A personal card that comes in the mailbox.
– Tulips, Gerberas or darn it….. any bouquet of fresh flowers that has a card and special note attached to my name.
– My family (my mom has made me the exact same G-F casserole for four years. I can’t stop her.)
– Valentine’s Day. (Hey, I’m a markete(e)r, plus the reality is that “I love you” can never be said enough)
– Grandma used to make Shrove Tuesday donuts. I miss those. (but I cook like my mom and they are full of “glue”)
– A beautiful piece of stained glass with the bright sun shining through.
– My Loreal #860 Lipstick. (and Bare Essentials makeup to remind me beauty isn’t a number. 🙂
– I’ve discovered how good my life is after something called “Jerseylicious” and “Big Rich Texas”. Thanks, Kirsten. And I’m not a TV watcher but a big reader. This however is unbelievable stuff. It’s fantastic and should be part of my therapy copay.
– Fine wine, great artwork and quotations that say something different to each of us.
We all need “our stuff” to feel safe in our space. And after years and years of travel, my “stuff” and a safe space to call my own, is a necessity to a healthy me. Love your own “stuff”!
Now, make your own list, and what you don’t have, set a goal to get. Only you are stopping yourself.
* Massage Envy is a reputable business, and I am thankful for talented hands that take away pain and let me relax. There is nothing inappropriate and clearly can’t be worse or anything near what I suspect a man does with his Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Edition.