I feel naked.
I made the somewhat inappropriate decision to wear leggings with a long, form-fitting sweater to work today. And because the word of the day is hoochie, I accompanied the ensemble with a pair of tall, 4 inch heels. No, I do not work in a massage parlor, thanks for asking. If not for the fact that I absent-mindedly left my phone sitting on my nightstand this morning I’d take a picture and let you judge for yourself.
Moving on, Saturday was spent on the National Mall at the Library of Congress National Book Festival. Girl and I really love Nicholas Sparks, and so, we got to hear him speak. He as a new novel coming out which he just finished in July – can’t wait. He spoke on a number of things, like his process, the fabulous school he runs with his wife down in New Bern, NC and life with his family. While standing in the cold, relentless rain, it occured to me how nice it would be to pick up and just start over. Nicholas Sparks isn’t originally from North Carolina, but California. When he and his wife married, they made the decision early on that once they had children, she would stay home with them for the first five years or so. They couldn’t afford to do that in California so they narrowed down their choices to a few states where the cost of living was lower and North Carolina won. Why am I boring you with these details, you ask? Because this idea really appeals to me. My siblings and I are the first generation in our family born above the Mason-Dixon Line. I have long said, that I would love to pack it up and head south. I have gone back and forth worrying about things like work, and schools and a place to live. I want so badly to be one of those people who wakes up and says “fuck it” and follows their thought process and allows it to take them wherever it chooses. What makes these people different from folks like me? People who dream of living life on their own terms but in the end, punk out and stay in the familiar? I know that life is short. Too short, in fact and I don’t want to look back in regret. I feel like I have already compromised so much already. I don’t know. I just want to be free. I am tired of the congestion and noise and minutae. I want to travel at my own pace and wake up smiling and happy and not wish the day away (which I do daily).
How did this start as a post about inappropriate work attire and turn into whatever this is?
I must say that we do have it pretty good down South, the only bitch is the heat…you would fit right in babe!
Thanks, lady! I know I will eventually get down there “somewhere”, I just wish it would be sooner rather than later. I’ve thought about San Antonio several times. It seems gorgeous there. Me and the heat would be just fine. That’s why God invented air conditioning.
I love San Antonio, I’ve never lived there but it’s a quick 4 hour drive for us and it’s a FUN place, the area around there is gorgeous it’s our “Hill Country” and perfect if you like to be outside the city but still close enough to it you know?
I can absolutely relate to starting over. I have my own reasons for being afraid to, but that still doesn’t stop me from wanting to. Life would be so much better if I could actually make and stick with decisions that would benefit me and my family, no matter how hard they are.
Your work attire actually sounds cute and stylish to me….but then again, it is *me* thinking that, so make of that what you will.