I will admit it, I am afraid of these shoes. They are nice shoes. I like the colors. They fit well. I have only worn them maybe nine times. But they are the shoes I was wearing when I fell. The back heel caught just enough on the carpet to send me tumbling forward. Yeah, I probably blame them for the fall.
I have gone to the closet at least three times, had them in my hands and nope put them back. I should give them to charity. They are good shoes. Not inexpensive shoes but I fear them. I fear falling again. I honestly don’t think I can wear them again.
The doctor told me at least three times (and this was pre-surgery) that I was not a china doll and that the mental was going to be one of the more difficult parts of this whole thing. Now having had physical therapy for the past 5 weeks, not TOTALLY sure I agree with this take on what is most difficult, but I will admit to this being a stumbling point I had not really factor in in the healing process. I’m not normally a fearful person, so this is a challenge for me.
I have always liked this quote:
“I have learned over the years that when one’s mind is made up, this diminishes fear; knowing what must be done does away with fear.” — Rosa Parks
Something to ponder as we all deal with things that make us afraid right now (job security, health, friends, family, money). The unknown can be scary, having a plan helps no matter what the level of the fear. Yeah, maybe the shoes need to go in the next bag of clothes for charity.