At the end of the day today, when work is finished and I am back home, I am going to kick off these shoes which hurt my feet even though they are Romikas and cost a fortune 10 years ago.
Every now and then I forget and put them on (they’re still practically brand new though they are a decade old, after all) and wear them to work, as I thoughtlessly did this morning.
In honor of my retirement, I am going to toss all of my uncomfortable office shoes and buy myself a pair of beautiful leather boots – the kind that barely come to your ankle. The kind that feel like gloves on your feet, so when I go walking around my new town, to the grocery store and the library, meandering across the railroad tracks and down to the wharf, my feet will carry me in elegant comfort: practical and proud and damn fine looking.
And I am going to buy myself a second pair of boots – sturdy hiking boots so that my feet can carry me in safety and comfort up hill and over dale, on hidden forest trails and across high alpine meadows. Working boots for my working- gal feet.
Damn right.
What a nice post! I’ve so enjoyed my early retirement. I feel more relaxed than I ever had. I can go whatever way the wind (or the boots) take me. Responsibilities are minimal. Sometimes when I seem to not be enjoying myself, I stop and say, “What do you really want to be doing just now?” and then a lot of times I just go do that. You’re gonna LOVE it!
You write so beautifully. 🙂
Thanks, Linda – that means a lot especially coming from you…my published writer friend who I am incredibly proud to know!