Really nice shoes. I did.
I haven’t been blogging for a while, and the longer I don’t, the harder it is to go back. And I’ve had so many ideas, and such an interesting couple of weeks. Seriously, it kills me, and I don’t know where to start writing.
But the situation itself (the not writing) is reflective of the current state of my life. Not that I’ve not been busy (went to a tweet-up, went out on a date, and worked the incredible IsraWinExpo). But the internal drive and state aren’t so healthy. I’m feeling pretty apathetic, a bit behind on work, my laundry situation is dire, the dishes and leftover food situation were physically nauseating, and my linens were seriously, seriously needing a wash.
So, in short, last night I had an “insightful” evening — had a moment of clarity and took a honest look at my life. I’ll spare you the details for the moment. But this morning, this Saturday morning, I got out of bed, and I immediately put on trousers, a bra and shirt, and finally shoes. Shoes.
Whether barefoot, in socks, in slippers, or even in Uggs, I find I’m not really awake and rearing to go in a serious, “I am going to work, make money, do my chores, call my friends, and generally be productive and feel good,” without shoes. Fully dressed, yet still in slippers, I might as well have stayed in pajamas. Although it be possible to get work done in this condition, I do it as grudgingly, as a schlub. Nobody likes to feel like a schlub.
Today, I did the dishes, all of the dishes. Emptied and scrubbed the “kolboinik,” (it’s a sink-trash – no disposals in Israel), and bleached the hell out of the sink and surrounding areas. It took more than 2 hours. I planned on stopping. I wanted to go to a favorite cafe and work and write and be a Tel Aviv “participant.” But as soon as I went into the bathroom to brush my teeth, I had the urge to scrub a bit more.
So, when in doubt, when feeling a bit of despair, hopelessness, or if you’ve hit an itching dry procrastinating spell – put on your shoes. Some powerful shoes.
I’m in boots, thick high-heeled black leather boots. Imagine standing in those for two hours in front of a nasty dripping sink. Got through it though, didn’t I?
Here are some photos from the past weeks that I’d like to share. I’ll get to describing some of the fantastic events I’ve been to shortly. I promise. Enjoy!