Sold a buttload of things on ebay and more than paid for these babies. Just throwing that out there after one commenter once said, “We’re in a recession… or did nobody tell you?”
You know, joy in life is all about accepting people for who they are—recession-proof boot wardrobes and all. I’ve found more joy in my recent years in letting go of judgment; it’s like taking off a heavy coat.
I’ve been talking with an old friend lately about the people who have hurt us in our lives, but mostly the ways in which we blamed ourselves for their behavior. Dysfunctional, right? One of my very favorite moments came to mind, and it still shocks me that it ever occurred:
I remember sitting in the car outside a junky leather shop in New Mexico, backed up against the car door like a cornered cat, sobbing as his finger smeared the mascara from my eye down my cheek, shouting, “Look at this shit! What is wrong with you? Look at yourself,” all for wearing some makeup. I took it on the chin, of course, wiped my eyes, and walked into the store behind him.
His ‘concession’ to date a woman who wore makeup stuck with me for so many years, making me question every tiny thing I chose to love and pour myself into. With every new joy, I questioned: what did this make me? A fool? Shallow? Thoughtless?
Then it occurred to me: I don’t really care.
So these are my new boots. Meet them, ogle them, curse me for getting them for 70% off. But don’t you dare tell me I’m wrong.
[Simply Red, “Stars”]