Keeping my feet

So.  As some may have noticed through past postings, I love a good boot.  In the past two months, I have purchased more pairs of boots than I am actually comfortable to admit. 

It's a problem!  Kidding. 

I like to chock up my excessive spending on the fact that I live in Wisconsin, and it is fucking cold here.  I'm just trying to make it through the winter with both my feet, you know?

These are the classic Hunter boots (in hunter green). 

I know everyone and their sister has a pair. 

Whatever.  I love them.  Put me in a box with all the rest of the Kate Moss wannabes.

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These are my new-time favorites.  Report Footwear produced this incredible motorcycle boot (and I got them on mega sale for $40!). 

Thrilling. 

Plus, I feel insanely badass while wearing these.

 Seriously. 

Pathetic reason perhaps; but badass nonetheless.

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Actually, they make me feel as though I should be a part of this video by The Dead Weather (enjoy):

PS: I have such a shameless crush on Jack White.

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Now here is a Nine West boot I am admittedly pining over:

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And although I am not much of a heels kind of girl, I really do adore these Qupid Finella 142 Black Triple Buckle Peep Toe Ankle Boots (via Pumpsicle.com).  So much so that they may actually make me a "heels kind of girl":

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Well, that is all for me today.

Cheers.

Fewer moving parts means fewer broken pieces

I have come to the realization that my life has FAR too many moving parts. Hence, the abundance of broken pieces.

So. Solution = I need to simplify things. NEED to.
Compartmentalize my, uh, life!

Alright, so I am not a resolution-maker. Never have been. But perhaps this is the year? Five days late, but hey. (I have never been punctual either).

My head is constantly spinning with worry. When did this happen? Well, about five months ago actually. Anxiety can be absolutely debilitating! And it can drive a person totally mad! Especially a person who once personified optimism (or denial -- this is still up for debate). You feel foreign in your own skin. Your mindset changes with absolutely no forewarning. You feel as though you've gone out of your head; and, in all reality, you probably have.

First, I need to focus. On me. (This may sound narcistic, but after ages of refusing to do this I [in the most all-encompassing sense] have grown terribly weary). I must begin putting serious time into thinking about how particular situations, actions, and people affect ME. My mood. My happiness. My anxiety-ridden mind!
HA, I am actually giggling outloud to myself while typing this. How are these things so difficult for me?

Anyway.

Finally, I must focus on how incredibly rich my life is. For the short twenty-two years I have been around my days have been filled with blessings. ABSOLUTE blessings. My mother and dad, my sister, my ever-so patient and understanding friends. The places I have seen, the experiences I've had. The love I receive, the love I give.

Life is truly incredible if you think of it. Finical, demanding, fussy, completely uncompromising -- but delightful.

Breathe. Smirk. Turn off the laptop and take out the recycling.
2010's going to be just fine.