A good pair of boots can save the world. They can not only save your toes from slowly falling off but can even prevent those suckers from beoming shriveled wet prunes after stepping in an optical illusion of a puddle.
I have bought several boots this winter to try and deal with the amount of snow that we have had and the excessive amount of time that I have to spend in it. Nothing, has proven to be a better friend to me than my red rainboots.
Which is kind of embarrassing... ummmmm..... because they are red. Not black, or really dark green, or gray, but RED. And red sticks out here. I walk on the street and people turn around to stare at my boots. I don't think my boots would matter so much, if I didn't feel like everything I did lately was causing them to stare at me. Its the 6 month culture shock, so I'm told, and I just feel a little out of step. Its starting to become more clear what cultural things just don't make any sense to me and I'm starting to realize ways of thinking (both in me and in Danes in general) that are inherently cultural and not individual. Some days its so frustrating that I want to walk out into the middle of a busy street and start yelling out a stream of questions. "Why does every decision have to be a consensus? Why does all food have to be freshly made? Why aren't there over-the-counter-drugs? Why is everything different?"
Which would be fantastic to get it all off of my chest for the few seconds before I died of embarassment. But I found a less embarassing and less dramatic solution. It came when I was walking home through the snow on the right. I realized the only reason I was still dry and warm was my fantastically stand-outish red boots. Blessed Boots. They may cause people to turn their heads and think, "those didn't come from here" and then I got it. Thats ok. Stop trying to always learn the rules and always fit in, feel free to be the uniquely different you: full-on-red-rainbootingly- you.
These boots do have powers and I love them.
I Choose Joy
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I don’t always choose a word for the year, but when I do I really mean it.
My word this year is JOY, and it’s working exactly like you want a word of
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