Today is my dad's oldest sister's birthday, which is always tough because it reminds me of how much I miss her. But it's also the Seminary Roommate's birthday, which is much happier! Although, I miss her like crazy, too, but at least she's only as far away as Seattle. In honor of the SR's birthday, I'm doing shoes named for her (I just did a post of shoes named after the auntie).
A black dress shoe is as essential as a little black dress. This one is classic and would go with almost anything.
Oh dear. Nononono.
I like where these are headed, the sparkles and bows are festive, but that type of short wedge heel always feels wrong to me. It just doesn't look right.
The color is good. This would be cuter if it wasn't a sandal. Would a turquoise Mary Jane clog be so much better?
Again, not quite right. I want to like them, really I do.
OK, this one is adorable, thankfully. I was getting a little frustrated with the selection of shoes named after my sweet friend. She deserves better namesake shoes! I'm not sure she would wear any of these (certainly not the heel, but maybe the first and last?), but she does have excellent taste in adorable practical shoes. At any rate...Happy Birthday, SR!
I've been struggling with my 3 things this week. Some days I stare at the cursor desperately trying to think of the things that make me happy and for which I'm grateful. Which makes me sound amazingly ungrateful, because there are numerous good things about my life. Those damn voices that I fight so much are insidious, though, and they like to tell me that my life sucks and I have nothing to offer. They've been louder this week because the hubby (and I am in no way blaming him) told our employees yesterday and today that I was a pastor before I started working with him. He says I'm on leave, which is kind of true, and really really untrue. Then of course there are a million questions and reactions and projections, and it's made me a little confused emotionally. I miss parts of being a pastor. I miss my congregations. I feel like an absolute failure as a pastor. It's been 2 years since I went on leave and I'm still confused about whether or not it's healthy for me to go back. I feel like my life is lacking in purpose. I feel like I suck at this new job with the hubby. I worry I'll never find contentment with a job. See? It's not the hubby's fault I'm an emotional wreck. But, it's my Lenten discipline to practice gratitude and joy with at least 3 things each day, so the voices just need to shut the expletive up and let me get on with it.
3 Things:
- Remembering the love always present in my auntie's hugs and smile.
- The amazing friendship of the SR.
- Puppy snuggles. (I know I've said this one before, but they really are therapeutic)
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