If The Shoe Fits . . . WEAR IT OUT!

Friendships come and go, but this week I had to back off on one that had incredible sole. No, that wasn’t a typo. I’m talking about the best damned pair of sandals I’ve ever slipped my feet into.

They’ve protected me from the sweltering sidewalks of Dallas, waltzed me through honky-tonks in Nashville, dashed me out of downpours in Portland, and fought to keep my feet on the ground in Paris. But this week, after walking umpteen miles on the streets of Rome, little choice remained but to send them into retirement.

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Foul, tattered, and beaten, they’re barely holding together now, but they can still become an extension of my own skin and trudge for miles without causing an ache or a pain. Oh, and the looks I got as they carried me through the shoe stores of Venice. Priceless!

I did eventually find a beautiful new pair, which spurred the saleswoman to hold my old friends over the trash and plead, “Per favore, Signora!”

“I can’t,” I replied.

She conceded saying, “These were your love.” She then nodded and gently wrapped them in tissue paper for me to take home.

Yes – come to think of it – they were my love (it’s a girl thing), so full retirement might be the wrong approach entirely, unless I’m willing to have them bronzed. I can still walk the dog in them, right? Or put them on to traipse down a beach?

Semi-retirement . . . that’s where they’ll go. Someplace peaceful in the back of my closet where no one can make fun of them. Someplace where my journey of a billion steps (give or take a few) can pause before being committed only to memory.

You’ve served me well, Tsongas. Thanks for the ride.

Leana’s blog can also be found on her website at http://www.leanadelle.com

 

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5 thoughts on “If The Shoe Fits . . . WEAR IT OUT!

  1. Things I have a problem with getting rid of get put on probation. During the probation period I keep asking myself if the item is any longer useful to me, do I ever use it, and does it bring me joy, or is it problematic in some way. Then I try to decide if there is a good reason to cling to the item, or if there is a good reason to let it go. Sometimes things last past the probation period. Most of the time, items don’t make it past probation. Letting go lightens the load. I’m slowly doing that, but still have a load to put on probation. lol

    • I totally get that, Linda, and I’ve done the same. And really, for all the times I’ve gotten rid of things (which is a lot), I’ve only regretted the loss of one or two things. It’s always better to eliminate if you ask me. Guess “semi-retirement” is the same as probation. Ha!

  2. You captured the message and the meaning precisely! Relationships with “our stuff” sometimes do get weary and worn, but living without is harder than with. I have this dress that is like that: hope still burns that I’ll fit into it one day… so it’s toward the back of the closet where it holds memories of good times when it was last worn, in hopes that we’ll play together again!

    Love,
    Maxene

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