I still walk with a limp. I had my knee surgery over a year ago and most of the time it doesn’t hurt me. There’s really no physical reason for it, but I still walk with a limp.
I think we all have limps. Some are more pronounced and affect our lives in crazier ways. Others are little things…
Like my feet (which aren’t little things at all…hell, they’re BIG things…size 10 or 10 1/2 things). Someone told me repeatedly when I was young that my feet were ugly and freakish things. And for almost 50 years I’ve been ashamed to wear sandals.
I told a friend about my “foot fetish” and she replied, “Think of the places those feet have carried you.” My feet have been good to me…they ran two full marathons, carried mail, marched in formation, danced in some wild nightclubs. My feet yearn to hang out of the end of my sheets, even on the coldest days. Cupcake likes to lick my feet. I have a reflexologist friend who can change my mood and open my sinuses, just by rubbing my feet. These feet are remarkable!
So recently I’ve decided to quit giving any more damns. I bought a pair of open toed sandals. I will allow my feet to frolic freely without inhibitions.
It’s amazing how a few thoughtless words from somebody 40-50 years ago can leave us with a limp. These old injuries keep us from singing aloud, wearing sandals, painting, dancing, loving and just plain old living! But it’s not too late to realize you really don’t HAVE to limp …it’s never too late to buy sandals and set your tootsies free!