All my life, I’ve had this one little problem. I always overdress. It’s not intentional, I promise. Most of the time, I’m just trying to fit in, although admittedly that’s something I’ve had issues with my whole life. In fact, occasionally I wonder which came first – the overdressing or the trouble fitting in? Chicken or egg, perhaps. Either way, I just never seem to match those around me. When others wore sneakers, I wore penny loafers. When they upgraded to ballet flat
I’m sitting on the Jersey Shore right now (or rather, I was when I wrote this!), taking a real vacation for the first time in a year and a half. The salt air nips my nose, the cool breeze actually giving me goosebumps despite the romper and cardigan I’m in. The tide crashes steadily towards us, erasing castles and fortified walls and filling gaping holes of particularly ambitious children armed with shovels. I’m in relaxation heaven. An image popped into my head a bit ago.