Okay so I admit it, try as I may, I am not always the happy go lucky single woman smitten with life itself. I have days that just won't cooperate with my positive attitude. I have those days that defy my divinity. I have those days where I'm simply not feeling my prettiest nor my most powerful. Over the years I've tried countless things to muster up enough motivation to conquer a mundane, just "tryna make it" kinda day. I would create a playlist of songs to push me over my internal pessimism. This usually does the trick and lightens my spirits. I love all musical genres. I save melodies that speak to my soul and quiet the flood of internal dialogue. I need music to drown out the dilemmas that go around and around in my mind. I have questions that at times I am unable to answer, things that I have to yet to clarify and the urgency I place on myself is unrelenting. Music soothes me but there are moments that not even my playlist can pull me from the pits of doubt. Fear and anxiety at times sometimes cloud my judgment of just how wonderful I really am. Contemplating the sparse relationship options available to me at this place in my life can sometimes throw a girl into a bit of a tizzy and on a bad day, I admit I've been known to doubt how perfectly full of wonder my life is right now as is. So when my playlist can't cut it I go into my closet, yes my closet; not my prayer closet, although I do make a habit of retreating there often, but my actual closet. My countenance has a way of instantly floating when I fling open the door to my closet and say hello to my friends. Shoes are my friends and like friends, good friends, that is, you don't need many....quality over quantity. Being a rather height challenged person, my friends do more than enhance my height they also lift my spirits. A well chosen pair stilletoes at just the right moment can be a spiritual experience. I am so far beyond Cinderella when slipping on a pair heels and twirling about. I instantly feel better, lighter, liberated and sexy! Yes sexy! As a sensual and ultra feminine being, I revel in moments when I am feeling my most feminine. When I am in this state of mind, its much more than fashion but a crazy feeling that I can do most anything even perhaps leap tall buildings in a single bound. Well, maybe not, but Superman had a cape and I have heels. In my heels it appears that my passionate disposition is turned all the way up. Within I am levetating above limitations and transported to space where all is right with the world and limitations are non existent. My friends, my shoes return me back to state of eternal optimism again and I'm happy once again. Never say its just a pair of shoes, remember our girl Cinderella and Dorothy. When I opt out of my own closet and need a quick pick me up I visit all of the lovely shoe sites that never fail to let me down. I just sit and smile at all the pretty styles and imagine myself twirling and prancing about in them. Yes I said twirling. Does bliss have a shoe size? Yes of course, I'd say its a perfect size 6 1/2 narrow.
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