I recently had a conversation with a coworker who was talking about starting a blog, and it reminded me of my long discarded attempts at starting (and never publishing) my own blog. Once upon a time ago, I dreamed of being the next Carrie Bradshaw — without the rent controlled apartment but with, arguably more valuable, the ability to form a declarative sentence. And the shoes. The shoes would be mine.
But then I woke up and realized I was a workaholic. I had made a new dream and I was pushing myself every day to accomplish it. So now that I’ve earned VP title at an amazing social media agency, it’s time to go back to those old dreams.
And thus, I bring you Hipster in High Heels. My first foray into personal blogging. This will be indulgent, laden with photos of shoes, recounts of my New York City adventures and of course, soaked in snarky observations of life.
This is my first post. As the true -aholic I have become, I’m earning my chip of desire.
Goal 1: Don’t fall off the wagon