It’s true, I’m bootless. But I’m not in Seattle. (sorry for the lie.)
I had an appointment on Tuesday and my doctor finally said I could take my boot off. It was such a relief, as soon as he said it visions of cute flats starting dancing around in my head. Also, not using velcro danced around in there, too.
Okay and maybe walking like a normal person or not using crutches to pee in the middle of the night or all sorta of various, beautiful things.
I haven’t been around much but that has little to do with the boot but has everything to do with leading an overly busy life and not taking any time whatsoever to do things that I love for myself. (I love and miss blogging, I really do.)
Next weekend, I’m heading to Triple W in Chicago – I feel very strongly that it’s going to help me integrate my personal life with my work life. I’m seeking balance and peace. Is that so much to ask? (if you decide to go to Triple W, tell me and we can’t sit by each other!)
Anyway. I’m alive, living, doing fun things, doing difficult things and all of it in two shoes.