Job Seeking & the Dress that Talks Back

A few days ago I had two appointments to break my doldrums.  The first was a “well woman” visit at the gyn. The next was my weekly counseling appointment. At the latter, I found myself recounting my half-hearted efforts while feet in stirrups to suggest that my gyn could use an office manager. I make a great office manager, but it’s not so convincing perhaps to broach the subject in this position.

Then I went on to tell my counselor, B., that I was making some small progress in decluttering. It’s really de-hoarding. My biggest cache of under and unused things is my wardrobe. I explained how hard it is for me to divest myself of my identity that is wrapped up in fancy ball gowns and fun dance costumes. She teased me about the dress that cried, “wait, I have so much more utility…save me!,” suggesting my doc might up my meds if she knew I had a dress that spoke to me. So I argued back to this dress and told it to “hit the highway” and off to Goodwill with you!

Published in: on August 18, 2017 at 4:25 pm  Leave a Comment  

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