If there was ever an item I hate the most, it would be shoes. My enemy for years, shoe shopping has become a physical thorn in my sole. Yes, I went there.
While it’s taken me years to accept the fact that my feet run long and wide, I haven’t accepted the fact that buying shoes continues to bring me grief more than any shopping experience I face. I’m like a kid in the checkout lane by the candy, throwing a tantrum because I don’t get what I want, or in my case, I have to do something I loathe. So, it’s more like a dinner table and vegetable situation than a candy aisle.
Why do I share this? Because shoes are essential anymore. We live in a world where you can get kicked out of an establishment for not wearing them. We walk, run, drive, hop, skip and jump everywhere, no less than in the beginning of time, we just get there faster by car.
If my whole life could be lived in bare feet, or maximum in flip flops, I would be a happy girl. Practical? Not really. Except that I wouldn’t have to replace my bright pink tennis shoes anymore. Yes, you read that right. Bright pink, purple accents…they were on sale, they fit, I bought two pairs…believe me, my face palm activity is at an all-time high these days.
But I’m thankful for my feet, because without them, I wouldn’t be able to chase my kids around, walk through the Target store for needless items, run to the aid of a person in need, or rub my cold toes against my husband’s legs, because, you know he likes that (snicker).
This is probably the weirdest thing I’ve posted online before…but ok. 🤓