"she was simply a pencil, scratching, pausing, picking her way down an obscure page. she liked her fate."
the glistening girl in the office. with the fashionable high-waisted slacks, pressed jacket and perfectly ruffled blouse. and oh how i want to be. how i shop to be.
but the truth is, i'm the girl in the yellow tights. who drinks too much coffee and sweats over phone conversations.with mousy brown hair and a face not for bangs. who lives not to be in the limelight, but behind it. armed with my red editing pen and stacks of papers. my excel spreadsheets glaring at me from behind a glared screen. i'm comfortable there, and happy too. but i have dreams. oh boy do i have dreams.
and i will achieve them. not in the conference room. not over the telephone.
but in that little corner office, with windows all around. bathed in early morning sunlight and the glow of late afternoon sunsets. where my bible sits on top of my business cards. yes, i will see the desire and ambition of my heart. on the merit of my work and the dedication of my mind. through time and patience, time and patience.
because i swirl hazelnut creamer into my corporate coffee every morning, and as it warms my bones i look around. at this little chunk of space that's mine.
and for a moment i smile. because as much as i can never be her, she can never be me.