Quitters

This one may take a bit of ‘splainin.  Quitters is a beloved family name to denote those ultra-comfortable clothes you slip into at the end of a hectic day (shout out to Jennifer Boone who contributed this and so much else to our happy band).  Maybe it’s an old sweatshirt or its flannel PJs.  Boxer shorts and old , super soft and washed out t-shirts are also strong choices.  It seems the younger crowd feels most comfy in t-shirts and baggy nike shorts with colored piping.  For me, it’s black sweatpants and a beloved turquoise blue Seaside sweatshirt which has some unfortunate red marks following a laundry mishap.

You aren’t going to win any beauty contests in your Quitters, but once you put them on, you really, really don’t care.  Caring about how you look is over for the day — that’s the strongest message the Quitters send.  They also transmit signals like “It’s me time”, “My body is here but my mind is elsewhere” and  “I love you but don’t bug me.”

Quitters are as much state of mind as they are clothes.  Donning your Quitters means you are done for the day.  The world outside your four walls no longer exists.  The Quitters go on, the bra comes off, and the sigh is heard round the world.

Some folks put on the Quitters as soon as they get home from work; for others they go on much later.  Sometimes I wear my Quitters for the entire day, which means that the productivity meter is going way down and you’re unlikely to see me in public, except for emergencies like running out of ice cream or something critical like that.  Quitters are, hopefully, rarely seen in public.

I’m gratefully for my Quitters and my safe place to live and the choice I get to make to shut the door on everyone and everything sometimes.  Often, it is the small things that make my life warm and comfortable.  When I take time to notice them, I feel better.  So for one more day, I practice gratitude.

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