Stress and Shoes

Stress. That one words can easily sum up human existence.  Sure love and passing on our genes seem like great canidates too, but both of those end up revolving around stress.  When you have kids you love them but you are always stressed that they will choke on their toy truck, wont get into college, or any of the other countless worries of a parent. We are constantly worried about future outcomes with our jobs, schooling, social networks, etc... so we carry around these heavy burdens as though we have no choice.  For me, I have college classes, work, relationships both romantic and platonic, bills to pay, music to make, and the looming presence of my inevitable graduation to real adult life.  If that weren't enough, family crisis after family crisis add themselves to the burden, along with the worst stomach flu and cold I have had in years.
It was when i was feeling like one mere straw placed on that burden, would indeed break my back, that i found it. The most beautiful pair of shoes I have seen in ages.  Designed for comfort and visual appeal, I knew i had to put them on my feet.  It was love at first sight, and as I got to know the shoes, I fell deeper in love.  It was an oxford style pump with a beautiful contrast of black and brown with gold trim. It was as if when the pump lifted me just 2 1/4 inches from my natural view of the world, it was a different place.  It was a prettier and happier place. I wanted to dance, sing, frolic through a meadow, and just exist in this happier state of being. The brand Poetic License has been perfectly named, for its shoes make you feel as though your life is a love poem come to life, but instead of a man, its just you and the shoes.  So go, take a break from your stress, and go find your oxford pump.

They Say The Candy Man Can, But Can He?

Candy man, candy man, where for art thou candy man? Sammy Davis in his song "Candy Man," makes one believe that the candy man can solve any problem.  Well candy man, where are you when I need you most?  I feel as though my walls of sanity and security are crumbing, where are you to seperate my sorrow and collect all the cream? Where are you to take my tomorrow and dip it in a dream? Im ready candy man, come make my world taste good again.