Vacation days.  They exist for a reason and they are meant to be taken, not only for tropical frolics on beaches while double-fisting margaritas, but for escaping from the monotony of everyday stress.

I took one today.  I requested the day off weeks ago with no other goal but to spend a day reading in cafes.

I woke up this morning and welcomed my favorite person in the world.  Her name is Maria, and a couple of times  a year she comes to my house and scrubs it with the fury of a thousand clean-freaks.  I thought I knew my way around a Swiffer, but this woman is made of unicorns and magic and Clorox.  Once Maria showed up I took myself on a date for the day.

I started out by hitting up Italy.  Well not actual Italy, but this tiny little hole-in-the-wall cobbler shop, complete with old incomprehensible Italian cobbler and his much more comprehensible wife.  I will say this, when you have a pair of shoes that you love, protect them, repair them, and give them them a long and beautiful life.  I dropped off two pairs of boots that were in dire need of some TLC.  It was hard to let them go, but I know they’re in good hands.

Then I hit up a coffee shop to read and sip a latte because holy smokes was it early and nothing else was open.  Latte accomplished and time successfully wasted I indulged in a mani-pedi, walked around in the 50+ degree weather for a little while, took a mid-day yoga class, stopped at another coffee shop for more reading time, and eventually took myself out to lunch.

Sometimes you just need a day away from it all.  I may not have gone anywhere, but it was definitely a vacation.  I encourage them to happen wherever you are.  There is a lot to be said for spontaneous self-appreciation.

The cobweb clearing continued at home.  I took my newfangled time and clear-mindedness to sort through my closet and shoe rack for donatable goods.

(Err, apparently I favor pink and blue.  I’m like a baby blanket waiting to happen.)

(I have a love/hate relationship with shoes.  Acually a need/hate: I need to wear them, they hate me.  If a shoe so much as hints at being a blister giver I throw it out.   I am in serious need of stylish yet comfortable shoes.)

I took the rest of the day to finish off a paperback, watch Netflix and order pizza.  It’s my vacation, vacations should include pizza.