The Strut

Clothes swap '09

Though I am off the trail I feel like a few things carried over to the pavement on which I now tread with my shinny pumps. That I am woman, hear me strut. No longer am I afraid to do anything on my own. I am the master of my destiny and can choose not to eat quinoa and Ramen. I can eat sushi instead and get a real job and begin to save up for the VW bus I want to convert to run off of veggie oil so that I can tool around the country.

So I am still hiking only with an opened toe heel, and I continue to meet people only they are the ones I shake hands and negotiate a salary with, and it is still a challenge since there is a learning curve I need to hurdle. So in a way my hike continues...