I've been in a serious funk for the past couple of days over some personal issues (yes, they're even too personal for my blog) and I kind of hit the low point last night. I left work at a reasonable hour because I wasn't able to focus on anything and decided to walk for a bit instead of hopping on the bus. As I walked down the street, listening to incredibly depressing tunes like "We Might as Well Be Strangers" by Keane, dragging my feet, tears welling in my eyes, I told myself that tomorrow would be different. I'd give myself that night to mope, but then that was it. No more.
I went to bed early but couldn't sleep. It's the most frustrating feeling in the world: being exhausted and miserable and not able to completely shut down. I finally drifted off in to a restless sleep around 2am and still woke up feeling surprisingly refreshed.
As I examined my closet, trying to figure out what the hell to wear, I saw them. My boots. My incredible Donald J. Pliner 4-inch heel calf-skin zebra print boots that I hadn't worn since last spring. I always feel amazing in these boots: I take longer strides, hold my head up high, feel incredibly sexy, and they make my legs feel long and lean (no small feat for these chubby stumps). I knew at that moment that today needed these boots.
As I left my house on this gorgeous late fall day, I really did feel better. I flipped my iPod to a much more upbeat version of Keane (Bend and Break), slipped on my sunglasses, and, quite literally, strutted to the bus stop.
So to you, whether it's with that little black dress, red lipstick, or sparkly earrings that make you feel special, my boots and I say "happy weekend!"