I know — I’ve skipped two poems for Wednesday. It’s been that busy. Last night I dreamed I was working at the law firm where I had been a summer associate many years ago. When I woke up, I realized that the dream made perfect sense: I’ve been working lawyer’s hours (almost).
Today I dreaded going to work. I was tired, uninspired, lacking in confidence, entirely droopy. I have a bad haircut. I’ve been (way) off my A-game sartorially (with one brilliant exception last week). Everything seems impossible and exhausting. As I was preparing to leave the house I realized that, as much as I wanted to wear slipper-like flats at work, I needed armor. So I wore these instead:
And it worked! In these shoes, I am a giantess. I am a force. I stomp around and get stuff done. My mood improved considerably.
Another Door 
oh, YES! Own the office.
I haven’t bought good shoes in ages. I need a pair to elevate a nice dress from party/cocktail to wedding-worthy. The dress is brown with some sequin-y detailing at the neck, hem, and armholes. Help!
These shoes are hot! I love them. It is amazing how clothes or shoes can really make a huge difference in your attitude and day.
Hope the work load lightens more soon.