Anyone who knows me well knows that I have an affinity for shoes. Like many women. I have tall ones, short ones, shiney ones, ones with sparkles, buttons, bows, and muliple colors. Some are for exercise, yard work, fancy occassions, lazy summer days, and tromping through snow. Shoes can be like moods. They change, fade, and can re-appear when the time is needed.
Today I chose a new pair of shoes to wear. Seeing as how it has been unusually warm for the month of March, my toes were tired of being covered and were begging for some air and sunshine. I was pleased with my choice this morning. My new sandals with clear sparkles helping to reflect the sunshine and joy in my heart.
But soon after I got to school I remembered... new shoes can mean pain. New shoes can mean rubbing in tender spots. New shoes can mean cuts and blisters. New shoes can mean regret.
By the end of the day I felt like a coin: with two sides. I love my new shoes. So cute. So versatile. So fashion-forward. But I detested my new shoes. So painful. So stiff. So uncomfortable.
So here I sit, with my feet up and my little toes stinging! Ah... new shoes. I love to put them on in the morning and today I am surely glad to take them OFF!