Kat Atwell is a freelance writer, blogger & stage presence telling stories that deliver laughs, validation & community.

Mental Health | Wellness & Self Image | Experiential & Reviews

Admit it.

You like me, don't you.

You wouldn't if you saw my feet right now. I've been making an extremely concerted effort to wear heels on a mostly-regular basis, and they have wreaked havoc on the toes.

I first wrote "tootsies." I did. I'm not proud.

Today got a little frustrating with the shakiness, combined with the heels. I also got angrier than necessary about something, but it had a wildly happy ending, so all is well. When I got to work this morning, I made it a point to tell several close friends that I might be a little off-kilter, and they collectively did a great job when it came to keeping my feelings in check.

I feel like I sound like I'm mentally deficient when I mention I need help. That's so sad to me.

There was something else I wanted to mention. Oh! The house! We have our incredible realtor coming to look at our house this week. I'm so excited I could spit. The idea of moving closer to friends and work and downtown just blows me away. While talking to a friend today, I actually said I was ready to move closer to home. I love when stuff like that slips out. My brain moved fast enough to provide me with an epiphany: Denver is my home. Not the suburbs. Not ten miles from the vast majority of my friends. I'm ready to go home.

Missed my window.

Blur.