Well, I guess it is official…I am not super awesome at blogging, I’ll credit it that back to my commitment issues. It has been awhile. But if it counts for anything I have been busy, busy working my way out of a funk. I don’t want to speak too soon but I think I am back.
If you know me, and you have asked me how I am or what I am up to in the last couple months, I can 99.9% guarantee that I have responded with “Oh I am in a funk” or the popular “Oh I have to get my life in order.”
If you know me, and you have asked me how I am or what I am up to in the last couple months, I can 99.9% guarantee that I have responded with “Oh I am in a funk” or the popular “Oh I have to get my life in order.”
So I have pinpointed this whole, “I am in a funk/I need to get my life in order” thing back to mid-March when I found myself at the local Shopko contemplating about which gel arch supports I should purchase.
Yeah that is right I was buying arch supports. And yes, I feel that there are several things wrong with this.I was buying them because I needed them, my paws were in a bad way, didn’t know why but the bottoms of my feet were killing me. Of course, I was convinced that I had fallen arches and that my feet would never be the same again and I was destined for a future where my only footwear choices would consist of those white old-people/nurse shoes or crocs or running shoes. Sick. And who knows if this would even help with the pain… But still this pretty much meant I was going to spend the rest of my life ensuring people I was not A) a lesbian B) a coach C) 64 years old and D) that I wasn’t a frump.
So the purchase was made and after immediately ripping the package open in the car and inserting into my shoes right away and even though I felt immediate relief I thought hmmmm…this is not where I wanted to be or what I had planned…..
I mean it was a Friday evening ok it was Friday night, I had just made an appointment with a Bulgarian Massage Therapist with the hope his natural remedies could cure my feet, I had just turned 29, too young for arch supports and I was in a ghetto Shopko parking lot, alone, preparing to accept a life void of any footwear that makes me feel pretty or happy which would surely lead to a life void everything I have ever dreamed of and of everything that i I currently love: traveling, the beach, pretty wedding shoes (and don’t get me started on all the shoe pictures), fun with friends, the mountains, cooking good eats, love, marriage, babies, an RV, I mean I was seconds away from the Jazzy (AKA Rascal [see pic above])…and I wasn’t ready for that, it was too soon. I was whirling and I guess something inside me went into a coma that day….
So the purchase was made and after immediately ripping the package open in the car and inserting into my shoes right away and even though I felt immediate relief I thought hmmmm…this is not where I wanted to be or what I had planned…..
I mean it was a Friday evening ok it was Friday night, I had just made an appointment with a Bulgarian Massage Therapist with the hope his natural remedies could cure my feet, I had just turned 29, too young for arch supports and I was in a ghetto Shopko parking lot, alone, preparing to accept a life void of any footwear that makes me feel pretty or happy which would surely lead to a life void everything I have ever dreamed of and of everything that i I currently love: traveling, the beach, pretty wedding shoes (and don’t get me started on all the shoe pictures), fun with friends, the mountains, cooking good eats, love, marriage, babies, an RV, I mean I was seconds away from the Jazzy (AKA Rascal [see pic above])…and I wasn’t ready for that, it was too soon. I was whirling and I guess something inside me went into a coma that day….
Well it turns out that my feet are back to normal, big shocker…it seems like they were back to normal about a week or 2 after the Shopko incident. So it turns out that I may have over reacted a bit…weird. Looking back I guess I tend to do that…because I have been enjoying a summer feeling like a girl wearing flips and high heels...But that Friday in Shopko started a string of, well let's just say unnecessary incidences…any way it has just taken my mind a few extra months to pull out of it…any way I am back. I am back but with a lesson learned – I have made a promise to myself, a promise to never stray again from the theme song of my life. Thank you Kenny and I am sorry.
(more to come on the theme song)
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