Shoe Therapy

Last week was one of those weeks at work where I did a lot but didn't feel like I did much good. Then on Friday somebody said something (he later apologized for it) that got me wondering what the heck I was doing with my life. Anyway, when Friday afternoon came, I was definitely ready for the weekend. I knew I was going shopping with my mom on Saturday, so I was already feeling better. The only problem was that we were shopping for stuff to wear to Joseph's wedding. Mom found a great dress—yay! But everything I liked was either the wrong color or an inch too short or had armholes that went too low. Basically, I was not having the greatest of shopping days.

Then we went to a shoe store. Mom still needs shoes for the wedding, so there was a reason we went in. She didn't find anything, but I sure did. I found these very cute flip flops, which I've wanted for two years, and since I haven't bought new flip flops yet this year, I decided I really, really needed them this time. My mom said she'd buy them for my birthday since she was going to get them for me two years ago but then couldn't find them when she went looking. Thanks, Mom!

That's all fine, but then I saw these other great shoes, which I have no need for whatsoever, but they were cute. The thing is, I knew I was buying them simply because I was feeling sorry for myself for not being able to find a dress and for everything that I felt went wrong at work last week, but I bought them anyway. I fear that I'm becoming a bit of a shoe-aholic, and I don't even limit myself to flip flops anymore—anything I can wear without socks is fair game. And even though I didn't need them, or maybe just because I didn't need them, they did make me feel much better.