Sass on the Good Foot
“I got a funky job
and I paid my dues
on the good foot.
Do it with the good foot."
-- James Brown
Jitterbug jitterbug
Fingers poking the air
Funky feet, double time
Wave up the bod
And start it again…
Sass danced as Bone played her favorite James Brown tune. The fun-loving spunk of a girl, with dark eyeliner and a crop of blonde hair, just launched her first website.
Her design was chosen from a variety of options presented to the client. After a production long-haul, the fruits of her labor finally appeared on full WWW display.
“Get on down,” she quipped with James, in that old warehouse downtown. A converted office space brimming with digital creativity, as if bits and pixels flowed out through the multi-colored window panes.
Pride and elevation pulsed in her veins. And relief that it was done, after so much work! Soon Dame and Asira joined in, with their own funky feet, in the middle of the concrete floor. Bone looked on with a grin, and popped up from his seat too.
This impromptu celebration lived on for years in Sass’s mind. It remained an unexpected and unlikely memory: achieving praise, surrounded by revelers in her accomplishment.
“Unlikely” because Sass had a secret, well-hidden from all. Her sparkling persona masked reality, and simply served as a construct of what she was not. Her mask reflected her future self: what she aspired to achieve.
She purposefully transformed to a bringer of levity. A fountain of overt energy. A dance-down-the-street kind of gal. A force-field against her own dark history, one filled with the devastating pain of losing both parents when she was all-too-young.
It left her insecure about her next meal and place to rest. Crushing depression filled her, and turned her into a child gone wild.
As much as she tried, she never achieved enough… but life became a game to overcome her destroyed youth.
Then she picked up a scent with a pivotal realization: this is my one chance. The web — a new and uncharted territory — opened a door for her. So she picked herself right up, followed electrified wires, armed with her firewall mask, and walked right down the bit-paved trail, into web design.
Never achieved enough? — Well, not until now.
This wasn’t only her first website launch. It was proof that she overcame.
Perhaps her outward persona projection finally drove itself into a new reality. Surrounded by coworkers and friends — she knew she had arrived.
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