I am incredibly picky about what I put on my feet. As someone who suffered from back problems for a decade of my life, I know that flats are best.
I’ve re-herniated the disk in my back twice by slipping on slate, so not slipping is really important to me. Treads that grip the ground are essential. No cheap flip-flops for this girl.
A few weeks back, I was outside in my favorite sandal when it happened. I slipped in the grass. At first I thought it was the grass, so I stepped onto the brick and tested it. Same problem. My sandal no longer gripped the ground the way I needed it to.
I’d had these sandals two years. I loved these sandals.
I could hold on to them, knowing they weren’t right for me any longer. I could wear them again and risk injuring myself. Or I could throw them out right now.
I considered the second option for all of 5 seconds and said no way. The first option was just deferring the inevitable.
Bottom line: They were no longer right for me. They could injure me. They had to go.
I marched out to the trash can and threw them away.
That’s when I realized my favorite sandals gave me a parting gift. A simple realization that applied not just to shoes, but to relationships too.
Just because you love something doesn’t mean it should be in your life. If it no longer fits into your life or it can harm you, you have to let it go.