Hello High Heelers
Natalie Maroun has been away for most of this week. I know! How am I supposed to stalk her when she’s not in the office? I thought of driving to her house and sneaking a peek through her window. But she apparently lives in a secure complex that keeps both villains and crazy stalkers out (I think I may fit into both categories). So this week I was almost an epic failure as a High Heeler stalker. Almost.
However, after all your great feedback last week I felt compelled to keep stalking – even though it took me into Natalie’s personal life (which is really her own fault for taking leave!). So, here’s what I have from my investigations... Natalie was away because she adopted two very gorgeous kittens (Lunar and Dulce) and she had to take time off work to bond with them. Having a furry friend at home can really bring so much joy (well, Natalie managed to find fur-free ones that don’t shed hair on all her pretty things – clever Natalie). However, if you live in my complex, then you don’t get ‘living’ furry friends at all. Apparently I can get goldfish. They don’t come when you call them, they don’t purr when you pat them and they don’t sleep all cute and cuddly in your lap while you watch TV. Fish are not pets.
Instead of a real cat I have a wooden one. He’s tall and Egyptian-looking and his name is Fred. I talk to him, I pat his head, I place tiaras and pretty hats on him and no matter what I do he just looks at me in surprise. It’s really quite disappointing. Sure, I don’t have to feed him, take him to the vet, entertain him, or clean his poop. But even though he’s low maintenance, I often wish he was real. Natalie’s cats were pricy, they have to get injections and inoculations, she feeds them special food, they cry because they’re babies, they keep her up at night and they scratch and chew up her expensive home decor (why is it that the most pricy piece of furniture you own makes the best scratch pad?)
The point is, that the genuine things in life may cost more but they are well worth the effort. It’s worth putting a piece of your soul into that solution at work to make it something special and impactful. It’s worth spending more than you should on a romantic weekend getaway to invest in your relationship. It’s worth spending the two hours you don’t have to help your 15-year-old to understand Pythagoras’ theory. If it makes a REAL difference, it’s worth it.
It’s often easy to forget that real things in life take time and effort and that the fake things are simpler and easier. The ‘Shoe Store’ fake shoe was made in China on a machine in 5 minutes out of plastic. The ‘Boutique Store’ shoe was made by hand in Italy by a leather artist who put passion and time into every cut and every stitch. The real lasts, moulds to your body and leaves and impression. The fake breaks after a few wears and stands out in a crowd for the wrong reasons.
This week, look for the things that are real in your life. Sacrifice for them. Work for them. Appreciate them. Stand tall in the best you can be and reflect your real self.
Cheers,
Jo
Natalie Maroun has been away for most of this week. I know! How am I supposed to stalk her when she’s not in the office? I thought of driving to her house and sneaking a peek through her window. But she apparently lives in a secure complex that keeps both villains and crazy stalkers out (I think I may fit into both categories). So this week I was almost an epic failure as a High Heeler stalker. Almost.
However, after all your great feedback last week I felt compelled to keep stalking – even though it took me into Natalie’s personal life (which is really her own fault for taking leave!). So, here’s what I have from my investigations... Natalie was away because she adopted two very gorgeous kittens (Lunar and Dulce) and she had to take time off work to bond with them. Having a furry friend at home can really bring so much joy (well, Natalie managed to find fur-free ones that don’t shed hair on all her pretty things – clever Natalie). However, if you live in my complex, then you don’t get ‘living’ furry friends at all. Apparently I can get goldfish. They don’t come when you call them, they don’t purr when you pat them and they don’t sleep all cute and cuddly in your lap while you watch TV. Fish are not pets.
Instead of a real cat I have a wooden one. He’s tall and Egyptian-looking and his name is Fred. I talk to him, I pat his head, I place tiaras and pretty hats on him and no matter what I do he just looks at me in surprise. It’s really quite disappointing. Sure, I don’t have to feed him, take him to the vet, entertain him, or clean his poop. But even though he’s low maintenance, I often wish he was real. Natalie’s cats were pricy, they have to get injections and inoculations, she feeds them special food, they cry because they’re babies, they keep her up at night and they scratch and chew up her expensive home decor (why is it that the most pricy piece of furniture you own makes the best scratch pad?)
The point is, that the genuine things in life may cost more but they are well worth the effort. It’s worth putting a piece of your soul into that solution at work to make it something special and impactful. It’s worth spending more than you should on a romantic weekend getaway to invest in your relationship. It’s worth spending the two hours you don’t have to help your 15-year-old to understand Pythagoras’ theory. If it makes a REAL difference, it’s worth it.
It’s often easy to forget that real things in life take time and effort and that the fake things are simpler and easier. The ‘Shoe Store’ fake shoe was made in China on a machine in 5 minutes out of plastic. The ‘Boutique Store’ shoe was made by hand in Italy by a leather artist who put passion and time into every cut and every stitch. The real lasts, moulds to your body and leaves and impression. The fake breaks after a few wears and stands out in a crowd for the wrong reasons.
This week, look for the things that are real in your life. Sacrifice for them. Work for them. Appreciate them. Stand tall in the best you can be and reflect your real self.
Cheers,
Jo
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