“Loneliness is black coffee and late-night television;
solitude is herb tea and soft music.
Solitude, quality solitude, is an assertion of self-worth,
because only in the stillness
can we hear the truth of our own unique voices.”
― Pearl Cleage
working on pages in the exacompta journal
This is a story of my 40th birthday, years ago but still clear in my mind. I was working at my corporate job and escaped at lunch to do a little birthday girl shopping. Scoping out the Nordstrom shoe department for new black chunky heels, the salesman brought out a bunch I might like. As he took them out of the boxes one by one, they were not "me" at all. They were frumpy, dowdy, boring, old ladyish. I sat and wondered why this hip kid thought the shoes were right for me. Well of course. I was wearing a boring black suit, black flats, black hose, hoops, no scarf, gray blouse, overdue for a cut + color. Blah. It kind of sucked.
People make assumptions about you. But that doesn't mean they are right.
I cannot believe it is already November. What challenges are you doing this month? This art is for DAY ONE of Art Every Day Month at Creative Every Day. Pop over, there is still time to join!