I have no title for this series of posts and I have no intention of giving one. A lame excuse for laziness you may say, but no.
I wear comfortable shoes everyday (except for the events in which we are required to dress “properly”, if that’s how they call it). Our concept of “comfortable shoes” differs as some are comfortable wearing high heels, wedges, and all those shiny glittery whatnot. I have a few pairs of sneakers and I am comfortable wearing them. I can walk fast, run, hop, and, do anything—thanks to those shoes.
There have been pairs that I have lost along the way. Some were torn, some just signed up for early retirement, all of which cannot be repaired although I wanted too.
I learned one lesson yesterday. No matter how comfortable you are, there are times when you’ll slip (which is shocking on your part, thinking that you’re grounded but gravity and your shoes gave up on you for one reason or another) but you can get up, of course. And although you slipped at one time, you continue to use that pair of shoes.
I still have that bruise on my knee. Thanks to gravity and my awkward way of walking that reminded me to write this post.