Somewhere Between Flip Flops and High Heels

Finally I was set up for an interview with an amazing company: TPR Holdings- successful and rapidly expanding, yet a completely unknown territory for someone who knows nothing about investments. Though I do know a lot about people, and have tons of experience investing myself in some wise and some incredibly not so wise 'assets'... And really, when investing money, you are actually putting your faith into a person, so, since I know people, I can do this job... I hope;) Luckily TPR owns and operates consumer products in the beauty/fashion industry, and that I KNOW!

After the interview I walked to Central Park to soak up every last ounce of sunshine the day would bring. I have found myself a nice little spot atop a large rock, with views of the city and the sky that make my thoughts drift away. As I sat there and looked to my left I could see the hustle and bustle of Midtown East Manhattan, I could hear the cabs and feel the energy. To my right lie the endless views of grass, trees, and children playing in the warm spring air. The West side seemed like miles away. So there I was in the middle. I realized this was mirroring my own life as I am in limbo between life as a responsible adult with a 'real' job and corporate attire, and the youthful, spontaneous, beach city gypsy. I am stuck somewhere between flip flops and high heels. After all, I am thirty, and as much as I hate to admit it, there really is a clock. I don't see it, I don't hear it, but all medical books tell me it's there. Unfortunately, when it comes to guys, I am a magnet for unavailable men. Whether they are committed to their job, have commitment issues, or actually in a relationship yet choose to tell me this later, they are no good for me- yet I pick them-??? Whyyyyy???  Well, maybe not quite as dramatic and extreme as it sounds, but you get the idea.