The sun is shining and it is unseasonably warm in Southwestern Ontario. I gleefully shed my winter coat and boots, trading them in for the cute spring dresses that have been hibernating in my closet. I choose the blue denim-ish dress with the rolled up 3/4 length sleeves, skirt above my knees, and collar that, if I wore a small neck scarf, makes me look like a 1960s flight attendant. I finish it with my black ballet flats and the retro style brown leather handbag that I love so much.
I don’t often “do cute” but when I do, I revel in it.
But as I step outside and start down the street to catch a bus, my gleefulness is quickly replaced with unease. With every step carrying me closer to the busy main road, questions, frustration, and anger build in my head: