Earlier I posted about how getting rid of shoes is hard because it's difficult to part with cute shoes as a form of beauty. But what if it's not that my shoes are worn out; what if it's because I have changed my priorities? Does tossing my shoes mean that I can never walk a mile as the old me again?
The good or disappointing news (depending on how you look at it) is that it doesn't matter if you try to stay in the same place. Life will continue anyway. I found this out the hard way trying to be the younger version of myself without even knowing. When I was 18, I thought looking cute was worth the pain of wearing really tall shoes. I danced most of the night and ignored the fact that my shoes were painful. I wanted the compliments and height from the "amazing shoes."
Here is what I realized about my 2017 self: I just don't think the height is worth it anymore. I was at this really fun concert right by my apartment and I had to go home because I could not stand (literally) anymore in my 3 inch heels while dancing. I had not worn these sandals in over a year but remembered wearing them out before. I knew that they were hard to walk in, but I could "take" it.
I made a bad fashion decision and the result was I went home early. I was having a great time too. I'll move on though; I'll donate those shoes -because I don't want that experience anymore. I'll wear flats next time.
The worst part: I left a great concert early and I disappointed someone. I'm not saying that high heels are always painful (or they shouldn't be). Ones that fit properly and are worn at the right occasion are fun. I had to learn (yet again) that I have to be more aware of the choices that I make.
Learning is about making mistakes and I'm sure I will make plenty more.
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