speaking of my momma. she taught me a lesson last year. an incredibly important, morally righteous, necessary and life-changing lesson. it was when a change of plans brought me home for a month that this lesson occurred. and really, right now is the first time it has popped back into my thoughts.
what did she teach me? well. when you are in the stick of things. when your life is too much for you to handle. when you are stressed or sad or worried or feel like there are too many things to do but not enough hours in the day or feel like there are too many days in the week and not enough time for you.... when you really need something... that something....
buy a pair of outrageously beautiful and ridiculously impractical and absolutely stunning shoes.
buy a pair of shoes that are too tall for you to walk around in. buy a pair of shoes that are really sexy. shockingly sexy. buy a pair of shoes that make you feel like you've never felt before. buy a pair of jaw-dropping, second-glance, "hot!" shoes. the kind that nobody indulges in but everybody secretly wants to. buy a pair of shoes that make people look twice. buy a pair of shoes that you don't need or have money for. but that you want. buy them.
and then. when that time comes. when you're stressed. or when you're working. or when all of your friends have gone to the beach and you are wasting away at the grindstone... put them on. put the shoes on. with pride. wear them in the house. or to take the trash out. or, in my case, wear them to the library. and do your thing. hold your head high. because no matter how fast the world is moving, you've got your new pair of shoes that will get you through it.
so, momma. so, carrie bradshaw. lesson learned and mission accomplished.
now back to work.
one twelve page paper for history, done.
one forty-five minute presentation for history, done.
one history exam, done.
one many-paged translation project, done.
one twenty-four page journalism project, almost done.
one ten page journalism comparison paper, almost done.
one five page journalism history paper, pending.
one journalism exam, pending.
one translation exam, pending.
and it'll all be ok. because i've got my struttin' shoes on.
2 comments:
daaamn Mich-Mich, Cai got serious!!! I can truly only imagine what those shoes must look like, judging from the prototype I have of Cádiz footwear. well Cádiz anythingwear. what new freakish inventions have they come up with now that your feet call home? I've got to see them!
love you!
oh these aren't cádiz shoes, dear em. they're more on the new-york carrie bradshaw margin of life. oh ya. you heard me. <3
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