Ode to Comfortable Shoes
· Give Me Flats or Give Me a Taxi ·
A self-diagnoses
of true shoe obsession
How many pairs did one need
of fabulous and frivolous towering fashion?
A self-diagnoses
of true shoe obsession
How many pairs did one need
of fabulous and frivolous towering fashion?
We are all of us carrying around our own broken pieces. Some are very visible, and some are less so. What makes us feel and appear “broken” is how we relate to those pieces. Healing truly starts, not with fixing what is broken, but by accepting all the jagged edges and wobbly bits as a part of our own unique whole.
I took a pause. I gave myself permission to sit back, and to notice, and to set an intentional direction for how I mean to go on in the world. I gave myself permission to write my own narrative without the need to put it down on paper.
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