A Year in High Heels

A personal blog following the book "A Year in High Heels" by Camilla Morton


January 11, 13, & 15th

Well, I’m behind and batch posting yet again. Keeping up with this book has proven to be more challenging than anticipated. Oh, not the reading part, but trying to determine my opinions on the contents and come up with something relatively witty to say. My stats say I’ve had 11 visitors to this sad little blog; I’ve got to keep them entertained.

The entry for the 11th covers novelist Thomas Hardy (before my time, couldn’t name a single title), and Amelia Earhart. It’s tragic to think that still her disappearance remains unsolved. There have been renewed efforts into finding her, and from some very credible sources. I’m of the opinion that at his point both her plane and her body have been claimed by the sea. Nothing really ever comes back from the ocean.

The 13th is another set of educational paragraphs about Hindu and Indian festivals. Both of which are unsurprisingly focused on the change in season, and trying to welcome back the sun. Or getting blessings on various harvests. There’s also emphasis on clearing up misunderstandings or righting wrongs, likely to give yourself a fresh start to the new year. Personally, I’ve found that attempting to right wrongs on a regular basis is always a good thing. Being quick to apologize isn’t necessarily a bad thing, provided that it’s followed up with the work. That’s the thing though, the consequences don’t go away. So, right the wrong, but don’t expect absolution or that there won’t be long term effect that you’ll need to be accountable for. An apology does not guarantee forgiveness.

Martin Luther King

I remember that in school each year we would have an assembly to learn about Martin Luther King. I believe he was an eloquent speaker, well educated, and well liked aside from the people who hated the change he was trying to bring. Winning the Nobel Peace Prize at 35 was a feat. I’m thirty-five now and I can’t think of anything I’ve earned that is even a quarter as prestigious. Not that I’m making comparisons – my life is very different from Martin’s. But I do like to believe that I do my part every day to be good to my fellow man, regardless of whether we share the same heritage, culture, or values.



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