Did I ever mention I hate dress codes? I recognize the need - obviously some of would show up in our pajamas or less if given half a chance - but really, now, does it matter if I wear jeans? They don't have holes, frays, or stains. I generally wear a blazer and a shirt or just a polo with them... but I'm fighting a losing battle. I can't wear the clothes I like, I don't like the way I look in the clothes that I have, and I'm having a hard time finding a middle ground. I'm ready to throw 90% of my closet out. But I'll work through it. In order to be paid like a professional, one must look like a professional. Bah.
I thought about deleting all the past posts - none of them have any meaning to anyone but me anyway- but I couldn't do it. Let them sit there, unread and unremembered. There were no posts in 2009. There was nothing positive I could find to say, although there were happy moments mixed with the sad. The sweet mixed with the bitter. The birth of my nephew, the death of my mother, the numbness that followed, and lingers. The start of my journey towards an MBA, the job that no longer inspires me, the purchase of an Airstream to help bring me back to center. That was 2009. This is 2010. It's time to turn and face forward, and soldier on.
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