"Create My Own Adventure" Day

I did exactly what I said I was going to do -- whatever I wanted.

I started with a NAP (!!) I was groggy and still felt off so I nixed a walk and laid back down. I set an alarm for an hour, but was back up in about 30 minutes feeling a lot better. Who am I? This really might be my season of naps. My body needed physical rest yesterday and I took it. 

Next up, getting dressed. Why is this an adventure? I bought a 1960s top from Etsy years ago and never wore it because it's scratchy. I brought it to Asheville with plans to donate to the vintage clothing store and never remembered to take it. I remembered I had it yesterday and I decided to try it on again because it's a color I'm currently obsessed with and noticing it in a lot of places in my life.

Bingo. I like it and the scratchy goes away quickly. I got a number of compliments on it.

Teahouse for chai and more reading. Then my usual stop at the vintage clothing store a few doors down. I found a 1970s shirt similar to a pattern I owned when I was younger. It's pushing my style a bit, but it's fun. I'm heavily into nostalgia -- especially during this shit show of times.

Then a walk to lunch to my favorite Indian street food restaurant in Asheville. They have a new location and now sell postcards -- excellent for my pen pal. I chatted with the hostess about the postcards and we ended up talking books. She's currently reading this and recommended the author.

Lunch was very good and I have leftovers for tomorrow.

Found the happy little bits of Asheville on my walk to lunch.

Maybe my new name for
the "hiking sammie?"

Used book store for these (one from the same author as the recommendation -- signed copy).

Antique market for a mug in my current favorite color (pretty close, at least) -- didn't plan that but noticed when I took the picture. I got a few other things too. Jar for flour, mixing bowl and a thing to hold paint brushes. Everything is wrapped so no pictures yet. 

Still had time on the parking meter so I had another drink at the tea house and finished this book. It was good - easy read, page turning, good ending. Not a literary masterpiece, but solid storytelling. Landed a nice ending too.

Then popped over to visit my sister and family. Fires in the area and it's all smoke over her way. The latest fire is a little close for comfort. 

In bed to watch the sunset out the front window.

Woke up to very high recovery stats -- top 5 of all time. The recovery day worked (and all the other things must have aligned too). 

It's still super cold on the main level of the house. Once the sun comes up, I'll check out the air quality and decide on a walk or Peloton. I'm still planning on a different stop and coffee shop on the way home -- maybe it'll be the new go-to town when I travel solo to Asheville. 

It's been a nice few days. I hope it's enough to stay recovered and ready to move forward with the move. It's not so much the physical move itself, it's all the things that need to happen to make the house our home. That's felt daunting, not fun -- time to flip that narrative. 

I've been gentle with myself this visit. Took the rest I needed. Allowed feelings -- it wasn't all rainbows and sunshine. Leaned into my FS. Had fun. Showed up as myself. Good lord -- even took a morning nap hah! 

Time to get home and get ready to be Granny for the weekend. I'm enjoying all the life multitudes lately. 

Later gators.