Margo's got Moxie ! : the diary of miss red high heels

Holding my nine west high heels in my hand as walk into the building with my navy blue kick around flats, I can't help but think how silly it is to think I still think I need to wear heels. I love them actually. I am already super tall, but for some reason, with my long legs, it fits. The downside is walking from building to building feeling like your legs are going to fall off or blister. Guys don't know this pain, and often say why where them. I have been finding if I carry flats for walking and heels for meetings, and or office, I sometimes cover what I need. I work with men, a lot of men. Don't get me wrong there are some women who work here and are engineers or some other field, but if you had to look at the ratio, I guarantee it's full blooded male. No complaints, well maybe just one. There is that tiny little problem of being single as a 27 year old female (and as father constantly reminds me), a zoo of sharks. I laugh at this and assume it's hardly relev...

What I have  I somehow pictured myself owning a duplex or an apartment in NYC, eating a bagel and being an editor for the NY Times or modeling in Brooklyn or even being a doctor in yes wait for it, Manhattan. I dreamt of all the luxury and joys of being able to have a job I figured I would be good at and enjoy it all. What I did not see is I want everything I can ever possibly want without seeing the lines behind them or the doors in front of them. I didn't do well with Math and Science, business never came easily to me and I wanted the couture life of jet setting all over the world in private jets, driving, nice looking-fast cars, being the best, and never feeling this "grass is greener, I want what they have" feeling. I feel it all the time. I am slowly trying to better myself out of this negativity hole and wanting desires that never last. I went to school 2 hours away from home and managed to graduate with zero debt but always wanted more. I wanted a cool roommate...