the art of choosing
so i hung out at a coffee shop from 12-6 am, which was all kinds of weird, but turned out to be just what i needed.
i got to think about my life: the rather vivid past, the confusing present and the ever-frightening future. there are so many things involved — people, places, problems — and yet i really do feel alone.
i have friends, yes, some of them quite incredible… i also have a pretty great family… i’ve got colleagues and new acquaintances… a handful can be trusted… but most will ditch you or screw you over, so that even if you try to be good, or kind, or honest, you cannot expect the same from them… not even one…
which is why, ultimately, my problems are my own… and i am anticipating all the difficult choices i will have to make… knowing each path laid before me leads to different answers… different consequences… different forms of happiness. will it be worth it? no one knows…
i certainly don’t.
but alas, they are still far into the future… so today, tomorrow, and the day after that, i can still bask in the glory of superficial choices i must make…
what shall i wear on this brand new day?
a dress? trousers? belt, or no belt? heels? flats? bright or muted? hair up? hair down? headband? will i accessorize? what kind? vest or no vest? shall i switch bags? would it matter? will anyone notice?
do i even care?
ruffled top – gingersnaps
high-waisted trousers – mango
wedges – thrifted
headband – gift
mustard dress – tomato
waistcoat – thrifted
leggings – from years ago
flats – from beijing
polkadot bow – local mall
red quilted bag – thrifted
double bowtie on bag – local mall
perhaps i ought to perfect the art of making proper fashion choices… so that i may do the same with life-changing dilemmas…