I know I am not alone when I say my time is limited. My life is a balancing act which leaves me stretched thin and sleep deprived at times. And as I contemplate when I will begin writing, I think of my brown Uggs.
Please don’t judge me about the Uggs if they are not your thing. But really, they are like sweatpants for my feet. And I don’t have to worry about socks. What more could I ask for from footwear?
I have a brand new pair of chestnut brown Uggs. A few years ago, I bought them on a whim. We had a messy, snowy winter and I never took them out of their box. The Uggs survived a flood and spent another entire year in their box, pristine and unworn. Bear in mind, they are Uggs, not a garage kept classic car from the 60’s.
Now it’s their third winter, and these brown Uggs have become a thing with me. As I sit here clicking away at my keyboard, I know that I need to put these ridiculous boots on and wear them.
They may become dirty or worn. Boots are made to be worn, not exhibited in the Smithsonian. And they are Uggs for Pete’s sake! And for that matter blogs are to be written.
The right or perfect moment seldom arrives. And one thing I know is that we make the time, it doesn’t present itself to us. So here is my first blog entry, imperfect. And I promise to wear those darn Uggs tomorrow. Picture to follow.