These Shoes Belong to Her

The frequency of posting has dwindled as the daily to-do lists get longer and longer. After vacations and swanky parties the day to day comings and goings just don't seem that interesting. What have I been doing? I ask myself this without expecting an answer, or fearing one, I'm not quite sure yet. I'd say there's been some realization, but then again there is always a realization. At least on the good days. The bad days? Well they are the days that teeter on the verge of accepting the onset of mediocrity. An interesting post over here at Western Assimilation on God knows what. I'll spare you the details, and Corbin I'll spare you the virtual chastising (I'll spare you because more often than not I am the sole proprietor of the jaded outlook), but in the end it's strange how coincidences work. One minute you're thinking something, the next minute your reading it on a blog published somewhere between a stage and the mountains in rainy, rainy state. Are we all that unoriginal? I hope so, maybe there's hope if that's the case. Originality is typically our downfall.

Regardless, a word I find myself saying nowadays. I think we all go through the same thought process. We hang our hats on this thing or that and one day wake up and realize, we never even had a hat, let alone anything to hang it on. But the thing that surprises me the most is the notion of success that five years of academic indoctrination leaves us with.

I am reading a little book, the best kind of book mind you. One that can fit in your back pocket, or my back pocket depending on who's reading the book, you or I? Regardless, it's called The Dip and it speaks to this notion of success and the path to reach it. Pretty common sense stuff when it gets right down to it and the best part, the whole notion can be explained in one little graph. I like graphs. There are decisions to be made, so decide where you want to go, it's not going to be easy every day. It's not going to make sense every day. But decide non the less, and stick to it. Stick to it through the dip and the pay off will be great. I don't want to call this little pocket size book a motivational book, because I don't think it is. But if it motivates you, then so be it. If it makes you want to quit something, well maybe that's the best thing that could ever happen.

The truth is, some days you don't know. But I have a secret my friends, I know. I know every day. Without question I know what is best for me. I know what is true and right and authentic. I know what brings a smile to my face and makes me feel at peace in a world of cynical in-decision...

...and these shoes belong to her.