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.)