barefeetSure, I’m trying to be more professional here on this blog. Sure, I’m really making strides with growing my business.

But you should know that I’m sitting here with a wet head, bare feet (real photo at right) and a swimsuit cover up, stressing about a face-to-face meeting with a client in a couple of hours.

I dug in my closet for the only nice dress I have that still fits, and I literally had to dust off the shoulders before slipping it on. I’m grateful it’s long so I don’t have to shave my legs.

I’m hoping my only nice pair of shoes still have both insoles and that my feet haven’t widened so much from running that I can’t fit them into the toes.

You should also know that I ate fried Parmesan cheese for lunch, and I’m worried my belly will be bloated. I also need a haircut, and I don’t know what I’m going to do to cover up my roots.

Can’t I just go barefoot and show him the California free spirit writer I’ve become?

Yeah, I know. Sigh.