In Charleston
Around lunch time
In uniform.
To visit the art store.
Whoa. I just mixed worlds...can you even wear a uniform in an art store? haaaaaaaaaaa
I got the feeling...uh, aren't you the lady who comes in here wearing a poncho and smelling like patchouli? What is this thing with the combat boots?
Yeah. That's me. A camo-wearing, patchouli-smelling, Airmen-slash-artist who takes pictures of weeds growing out of walls while enjoying the sun on a fantastic break from the office.
The cool part about this dichotomy is that it lets me see things differently:
- This could be the wall that made it hard to find a parking spot or it could be the home for a little grassy magic.
- The email in my inbox could spell the end of my career as I get frustrated and run or could be a challenge worth jumping on and solving with my team.
- The dumb traffic on my commute that creeps along or an opportunity to savor the flippin' gorgeous pink and blue and orange sunrise.
Conformist or nonconformist? That's the magic balance.
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