I went out to dinner and I didn’t bring a purse.
Wore a denim dress with pockets stuffed with a wallet, phone with earbuds, and chapstick. I threw a poncho over the lot, since the lack of purse strap wouldn’t make it look wonky.
The experience was delicious freeing. Maneuvering around the city streets, my shoulders felt light; my hands swung casually. It’s not an easily repeatable habit shift — any longer of a trek would require water bottle, pills, snack, books. But for a fifty block trek for a meal… a lightening of the load. A freeing habit. Yay, ladies.
(I miss Friday Night Lights.)