Woman in a Hotel Mirror

Hello from San Antonio!  I'm off on one of my quick-trips,  around 56 hours this time.  Although it might seem that a 2-3 day trip would be exhausting, I am actually finding them to be more of a mini-vacation. There is a thrill to hoping on a plane, going somewhere, and being home again before I start to miss my own bed, my cats, and my normal routine. The short trip is exhilirating and refreshing whereas the thought of a long trip just overwhelms.  At this moment in my life these short jaunts are just perfect.

It is hot here in San Antonio though and I have not yet become enough of a southerner that I embrace the idea of temperatures in the 80s in late October. Goodness, I don't embrace temperatures in the upper 80s in the summer even though I grew up in Texas.  All of this is just a meandering way of saying that, mentally, I am in fall mode, not summer mode, and keeping to the minimalist theme of a 56 hour jaunt, I was not particularly inspired, packing-wise.

I don't think I did badly however, and, inspired by the fact that there are mirrors in my hotel room (but not really at home, one of many things that needs to be addressed in good time) it seemed to be as good a time as any to brea k down any walls I had been building around avoiding self-portraits.  You can't see what I know, which is that I am standing straight for probably the first time in years, and really there is no reason for anyone to know that, except me, but it thrills me nonetheless.  Just being able to stand and to move is a gift.  Although it may not be evident, I see a portrait of a woman who is confident and comfortable in her own skin.  And although it is really not about clothes, and it isn't, except that we all need to wear clothes and the clothes we wear should suit our lives and our choices, I see a woman who is comfortable with the choices she has made.