In Manhattan where I lived in my early twenties, I was once dared by my housemate to go to the corner store and buy something in my bathrobe. I did it. I remember how exhilarating it felt, as I turned my attention away from other people’s reactions, gently loving and validating myself, a huge smile on my face. Yes, there was some fear there mixed in, but mostly I channeled that fear into excitement.

Fast-forward to the present, 38 years later.

I have a bathrobe now that’s as comfy and cozy as bathrobes can be. I feel like royalty when I have it on.Two months ago  I started wearing it as I shopped and took walks through my little town of Fairfax, CA. I got some smiles, some strange looks, and I welcomed every reaction to my robe.

There are three reasons why I do this.

1. I am gradually and permanently releasing my fears and attachments in regard to what people think of me. I am learning not to care anymore. I approve of myself, and need not the approval of others.

2. It’s so darn comfy and cozy, and it makes my mood and overall feeling peaceful, gentle, comfy and cozy.

3. I have a sense that the majority of people get a kick out of seeing me stroll the streets in my bathrobe, and I love uplifting spirits.Do you care too much about what the neighbors think? Does it hold you back from feeling free to be yourself, take risks, and be silly at times?I suggest finding something like a bathrobe that resonates with you and do it till the fear and anxiety is gone. There is no way out but through.

Besides, we need more mellow people hanging out in their bathrobes creating a more mellow, comfy, and cozy world.

With Joy,

Scott