IT’S THAT TIME OF YEAR: the shedding of parkas and layers, revelation of a winter weight gain, resurfacing of various insects, the search for new love. I tend to always try to instill the greatest changes in my life around this time of year (so it seems) as spring simply makes me feel like a clean slate.
It’s that time of year when you realize how broke you are, how you’ve been completely running yourself into the ground with late nights and cup after cup of $3 something coffee. How near the future is and, at the same time how irrelevant the past was. How many miles you’ve put on the car, how often you’ve bypassed your New Year’s resolution, how many people you still haven’t had the gracious opportunity of being acquainted with.
How many shoes you’ve accumulated.
How many mornings you’ve cleansed yourself in the third shower from the left. How many times you’ve changed your hair, the clothes that no longer fit, and the amount of fruit that’s been collecting in your fridge since September.
How much you’ve grown; mentally, physically, spiritually, maturity, or otherwise.
But mostly for me, the time of year when I realize how many shoes I’ve accumulated.
xo
jc
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