I'm a shorty, in the short person sense, and I have always asked someone taller than me to change a bulb once it burns out. Normally I get a man to change the light bulb in the ceiling fixtures where ever I live. Today, I decided I needed to do it myself. Climbed on top of the step ladder to the highest point and got on my tippy toes. Shaking, I saw a vision of the glass shattering and cutting me to shreds. Then as I thought about my bare feet, I had a stroke of genius. I put on a pair of heels and got back on that step ladder. A few inches of height made the difference between trembling ankles and empowered light change. I realized I don't need a taller person to change my light source when it goes out, I just need determination! (and high heels)
Pining like Daniel Johnston (short)
Not a drop to drink,
but I am intoxicated.
Itchy, I cannot reach you.
Pining like Daniel Johnston.
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