I have been debating whether or not to get rid of a pair of sandals. They are cuteish. Red. Win. Win. Right?
Well. The faux red leather is flaking off a bit. The strap over my pinkie toes doesn't keep my pinkies contained. (This is not a new problem. My pinky toes are rebellious and squatty.) And the sandals are NOT comfortable.
So I wore them yesterday and was annoyed at how unpleasant they are so I took them off and kicked them under the table.
Today, this happened.
Decision made. And the additional decision whether to toss them or donate them if I chose to give them the boot.
Change. I've learned to embrace it, ride it out til the end. Sometimes I'm kicking and screaming, other times weeping with my eyes clinched tight. Once in awhile I ride like a dog in a car, head out the window snorting what life has to offer. Mother to young adult children, a marriage of thirty years, and a desert to mountain to valley waltz with God have shaped me into someone I never imagined I'd be. Life is short and I want to live it. Tears, sighs, laughter and change. Every morsel granted to me. Scrambled, shaken or stirred.