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The Most Minimalist Shoes in Existence

I had a bit of a love affair with the Vibram Five Fingers. Todd got a pair right before we headed to Tokyo on Life Nomadic 2008, and I was jealous the whole time. Near the end of the trip Vibram graciously sent me a pair (intentionally delayed until after the running of the bulls, because they didn't want to be associated with that), and I wore them as my only shoes for a couple years afterwards.

I love how the Five Fingers feel, I love how they look, and I love supporting such an innovative company, BUT.... they smell terrible.

If you wear them as your primary shoes, you have to wash them every five to seven days or they smell really bad. When you live in an RV, this is difficult to do well, and when they're your only set of footwear, it's annoying to wait for them to dry. So I began searching for a replacement.

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On The Sore Dragonfly

Again, writing the first couple of words is always the hardest. I want to go ahead and apologize for all the errors and mistakes, as I will have many of them. I have decided not to edit my own posts. I have been on edit mode for a long time now and I think it is time for me to just do, without thinking. This is going to be a blog of one tired girl, who is trying to figure her life out. It is my journey, at times very painful, in the search of me, who I am. I have always been a ghost of those around me, the guys I dated, the friends I had, the job I worked. I have always tried to hide behind them, I am the perfect chameleon, who can dedicate her whole self for someone else and then sit in the corner and complain that noone loves her. How can anyone, if I myself never tried to properly meet myself. I never needed anybody to put me down, because I can fulfill that task pefectly on my own. I have millions of ideas, but I never start them, because I am so scared, always so afraid that I will sound silly, that I will be unsuccessful, that I will just abandon it in the middle, as I always do. I am 27 and a half (this part is very crucial, because for the last six months i was dead sure that I was 28, until very recently I realized that, wait a second, I am still 27) and all my life I was sure that I was destined to be a writer. You guessed it right, I haven't even finished a blog post. Everything left in the middle. Once in a while, I find a great writer and be relieved to find out that they were much older than me when they wrote their first book. Now, I am sure that I will never have the guts to even start a book, so I am starting this blog. This is my plea to myself. I am doing this in a very loud cafe, full of pain and random people. And I am not letting myself a second thought. If I was a stranger reading this, I would probably think that this girl is crazy. What is so huge about starting a blog? Well, nothing really, everyone has done it, even I have done it in the past, but this time things are different. They just are. And I hope I will be able to continue this and just show how changed they have. If anybody reads this, thank you! From the bottom of my heart!

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