You have to trust something. I trust myself. I trust that I know what is safe for me to participate in and what is a risk. I like a little risk. I like a little too much risk. A problem I struggle with daily. I hope to arrive at a balance. For example I wrote something last week that I wish I had sat with longer before declaring on line. It keeps returning to my thoughts which is a little unusual for me.

I remember how I made fun of my eye doctor.

This morning, the universe offered a lesson. As I was lacing up my Dr. Scholl’s, I noticed that a few stitches in the leather had ripped open. The shoe quickly came apart as I wore them all day. First to a family event downtown and home again, then right back out to the grocery store for the week’s rations, home for a shower and a minute. Then dinner prep, cooking, and eating together. This weekend we completed the Trolls trilogy while dining in a pit of stuffed things. Soaking up each weekend night before we’re back at the table tomorrow. I walked the dog. I feel compelled to say I took my shoes off after the grocery store. I just had a nice recap of the day going and I wanted to fit it all in. I didn’t have my sneakers on in the pit of stuffies. I feel that is important to state clearly. Anyway, the shoes are falling apart and they’re only a few months old. My very first thought when I saw the popped stitching—I bet the eye doctor’s sneaker seams don’t pop.

I’m sorry, Doctor. I judged you unfairly.¹ I guess it is sensible to spend for quality.

1. I won’t concede on the gamification of it though. Surely there is enough to go around. ↩︎