Meet "my shoes".
I loved these shoes.
Let me repeat that - I LOVED these shoes!
I purchased these shoes about 2 years ago.
Now, before all of you runners out there start in on how running/walking shoes should be replaced every 3 months or so... y'all know me better than that. When I find a pair I truly love, I will wear them until they fall apart! So don't waste your breath.
Somewhere around last August these shoes began to bite my feet.
Yes, you read that right. And if you're a runner/walker, you know exactly what I mean.
I thought I would have to break down and get a new pair until one of the girls in my class mentioned that she wore hers untied when they started doing that.
Great idea!! (See how the laces are interlaced at the top- adjustable slip-ons. Love it!)
So now I've worn these this way, untied, since.
In February, we learned our local K-Mart was closing, so I happened to pick up a pretty purple pair of shoes discounted to have on hand, awaiting the day I would finally cave and give up on "my shoes".
Then today happened.
Let me start with- at 5:45 I realized I'd fallen asleep without switching my washed clothes to the dryer. AHHH! I quickly throw one outfit into the dryer to run while I showered. Crisis averted.
A bunch of us carpool to our current clinical site and today I volunteered to drive. Halfway from the meeting point to our clinical site I realize I'd forgotten my lunch at home. AHHH! Damn, guess I'm not eating until 2:30 today. *Sigh*
One of the girls mentioned pizza during post-conference. May I say: YUM! So I swung by the store and got a personal pizza and some breadsticks. Scarfed the pizza in the car and started on the breadsticks as I pulled into the driveway. T-minus 30 minutes until I needed to be at Liam's school to get a decent parking space. Walk in the house with everything in balance... then this happened:
Well, I should say, pictured is the aftermath of what happened. It wasn't until I was finishing cleaning it up that it occurred to me that I really needed to blog this.
"What is that?" you ask yourself?
Marinara.
"Why is this significant?" you ponder?
This is why...
Yep. That's right. My little container of marinara decided to take a swan dive off my perfectly balanced armful and splatter into a huge mess all over the floor, breakfast bar wall, my jeans, and yes, "my shoes".
*Sigh*
As my anxiety level climbed, I slid "my shoes" off and examined them... top & bottom covered in marinara. I felt panic beginning to rise, but then I took a deep breath and decided this was God's way of telling me to let go of "my shoes" and to move on to "the new shoes".
Amazingly, today my clinical partner and I had discussed holding on to the past.
My exact words to her were: "If you hold on to the past, you'll never be able to grab the future."
Funny how that came full circle within a 2.5 hour period of time.
Here's to you Julie.
Here they are... "the new shoes" that shall, from this day forth, be known as "my shoes"...
at least until another "marinara incident".
