Nor would I want the burden of my dear friend's shoes right now.
My 15 year old? Nope. I don't want that ordeal either.
So that led me to realize that as much as they hurt, and as tired as I am of wearing these shoes, and as petty as my own shoe troubles are, other's ARE definitely worse for wear, but it doesn't make wearing these shoes any easier to put on every morning.
But, then, whose shoes WOULD I choose?
The person, and I feel I must add that this is a real person in my life, whose shoes I would choose is my age, but she isn't me.
She is smart and confident and successful in her career.
She knows the direction she is going and is well on her way.
She is natural and very likely doesn't swear at her hair for 30 minutes every morning, just to throw it back into a frigging pony tail.
She is outgoing and energetic and easily fits a size 8.
She has friends and time to enjoy them.
She is financially chuckling just a little bit.
She is happy.
But then, perhaps if I wore her shoes around for a little while, I'd find them, too, uncomfortable. Just because she doesn't wear her problems on her sleeve for all to see, doesn't mean she doesn't have them, right?
I guess my shoes are okay. They're broken in pretty good. And the devil you know is usually better than the devil you don't, right?
Sidenote: My shoes just came down and bitched me out pretty good. Maybe the devil I don't know IS a better option.