Being PC in BC `
I woke up to the moment I found myself in some days ago.There I was.
Financial District of NYC.
Passing Wall St.
Walking to my train to go home.
I looked around.
I looked at my reflection in the Chase Bank window as I passed.
Business Casual.
Business Casual.
Business Casual.
All of us. Me too.
Young professionals in our get-ups, being young Americans in this very specific slice of New York City. Sure, I'm not a Wall Street woman, but in Lower Manhattan's Financial District I am and there I was, blending in.
I just got off the phone with a friend talking about inching into adulthood and all it's interesting nuances-- those unforeseen and those predicted, even expected or anticipated. This post has been tucked away in a mental pocket for about a week, but tonight it decided to leap out, just in simpler form.
The me that finds myself walking down Wall Street is the me that is what being PC & wearing BC cannot wall in.Cheers to the clothing that does not define--
the jobs that do not define--
the roles that do not define
who we really are.
posted by )(( hannah mello ))( @ 11:21 PM
1 Comments:
Mmmmm. Who is Renee Hill? A mother? A wife? A nanny? NO. My titles don't define me. My clothes from Target, and my clothes from The Buckle, none of them define me. My Ross purses, my Coach purses, none of them define me.
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