So, I had to work all weekend long. That meant I was in formal attire...you know dress slacks, blouse and high heels...all weekend long. Now most aspects of my job are appropriate for this formal attire, but there are also times within my job were formal attire, specifically high heels, does not seem appropriate. I had that moment this past weekend. It was graduation day and it was hot and humid. I had to park the car about a mile (it felt) away from the graduation facility. I had to carry boxes of supplies and bottled water into the facility, mind you I was in formal attire. As I am stumbling across the parking lot, through the hallways and into the green room, it dawns on me that I am a beast of burden, a work horse.
Now I live in Kentucky, the horse capital, so I know horses. Here's what I know, a work horse looks much different than a race horse. Let me show you.
Here is a famous work horse:
Here is a famous race horse:
Do you notice anything? Look at the legs on the work horse and then look at the legs on the race horse. It dawns on me that when I am in high heels, I am like a race horse....thin little pegs not meant to haul things. If you put a heavy load on the race horse you will break it's legs. The legs of the work horse are meant to sustain heavy loads.
I'm just thinking that maybe I need to re-think high heels on days like these.
Everyday Advent. Day 22
9 months ago