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No Boots Today

I have a great pair of boots. They are thigh-high black leather with 4-inch stiletto heels. I love to wear them. They make me feel strong and powerful and sexy and just a little dangerous. But I don't wear them to work very often. They attract too much attention and it's a distraction from the normally invisible worker I tend to be. But yesterday, I needed to feel in control. So I wore my boots.

As predicted, I got attention. Mostly good, women who wonder if they are comfortable. (They are. And I get to sit most of the day.) Men who notice and aren't sure what to say. I get everything from "We have to talk" to "You are too sexy for this place".

Today, I have no boots. Instead I have my favorite clogs that are falling apart and I'm going to have to replace them. Today I found out that the man who broke my heart 3 years ago is getting remarried...and it's not to me. Today I need my boots. Today I need to be in control. Today I need to be strong. But today, I have no boots.

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Bridgete said…
I send an e-hug. Wait a little less than two weeks and you'll get a real one.

You know my style of comfort doesn't come in the form of words, so the e-hug is all I can do from here. I love you.
December 9, 2008 at 4:48 PM
Sara Moriarty said…
This may seem trite but maybe the Universe was attempting to highlight your Power with a capital P so you wouldn;t waste it on "What's his name..." It hurts nonetheless, I am certain.
BTW, maybe you should have tossed those clogs during week four? They obviously don't serve you the way your boots do. :) (a little humor to cheer you up...) Loves to you KC.
December 11, 2008 at 9:37 PM
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