walk it off... walk it off...
That's what my gym teacher used to say whenever anyone got a mild injury. Today, I'm walking off my pain with these cutie-pie red shoes. Don't the buttons just kill you?
Recently, I discovered something missing that was very important to me. It was taken from me without any regard for my feelings about it, without any conversation even asking if I may be willing to give it up. It was there, and then it was gone. And so were my last remaining feelings of tolerance and compassion that I had been so compelled to give, without really thinking about what I needed in return. Which, I now see was never considered. What I needed was never considered and kindnesses were never reciprocated.
SO, I said, "that is IT" that's the last time I'm going to be walked all over... the last time I'm going to be stepped on and crushed like a little bug.
I'm walking it off... in adorable red flats.