The contents of my closet is a fairly accurate metaphor for my life. There is a lot of old, not a lot of new, and so much more I desire.
I am not sure how I became the person who has a closet full of clothing but nothing to wear. In high school and college, I had much less, but I managed to pull something together and make it work (at least I think I did). Now, I spend hours in front of the mirror only to leave the house self-conscious and unhappy.
I am not sure how I became the person who has a closet full of clothing but nothing to wear. In high school and college, I had much less, but I managed to pull something together and make it work (at least I think I did). Now, I spend hours in front of the mirror only to leave the house self-conscious and unhappy.
How does the person I'd like to be dress? For instance, take my current dilemma.
Exhibit A - The shoes I have been lusting after for the past two weeks
Exhibit B - The shoes I wear everyday 
Exhibit C - The shoes I'm about to buy
Why is this a dilemma, you ask? Well, as you can see I'm stuck in a kind of purgatory. I own shoes I don't love but are really, really comfortable (B), I lust for shoes I cannot possibly buy at the moment (A), and I'm about to buy shoes that I absolutely abhor and that have NO redeeming qualities, i.e. comfort (exhibit C, for those of you that are blind).
It turns out, I never did life arithmetic. It never occurred to me that at 26 (rounding up, 27), I'd still be single, in school, and with not a cent to my name. I assumed, quite ignorantly, that I'd be a bit more autonomous, something like my own mom at my age or a jet-setting twenty-something. For the most part (I use the word "most" very lightly), I don't have any major issues with my life as it is right now. I just hope that I have a bit more evolving left to do. Until that time comes, it seems a bit foolish for me to buy the clothes and shoes of a twenty-something jet setter or of whomever I'm supposed to be. I am just not that woman (yet).
Exhibit B - The shoes I wear everyday Exhibit C - The shoes I'm about to buy
Why is this a dilemma, you ask? Well, as you can see I'm stuck in a kind of purgatory. I own shoes I don't love but are really, really comfortable (B), I lust for shoes I cannot possibly buy at the moment (A), and I'm about to buy shoes that I absolutely abhor and that have NO redeeming qualities, i.e. comfort (exhibit C, for those of you that are blind).It turns out, I never did life arithmetic. It never occurred to me that at 26 (rounding up, 27), I'd still be single, in school, and with not a cent to my name. I assumed, quite ignorantly, that I'd be a bit more autonomous, something like my own mom at my age or a jet-setting twenty-something. For the most part (I use the word "most" very lightly), I don't have any major issues with my life as it is right now. I just hope that I have a bit more evolving left to do. Until that time comes, it seems a bit foolish for me to buy the clothes and shoes of a twenty-something jet setter or of whomever I'm supposed to be. I am just not that woman (yet).
P.S. I think I have to get the orgasmic shoes. I might die without them.
