This is my life in a shoe… This past week I have been walking around with a foreign object in my left shoe. I know, I know, you are asking yourselves “why not take it out silly woman?”. It's kind of like my life...somedays I feel the problem and other days it's gone and all seems good only for it to pop up again at the most awkward moments when I don't have time to stop and fix it! But really you wonder if I must have some inherent need to pain myself unnecessarily? I am a woman after all, we do have a tendency to put up with things rather than help ourselves! The object could be my fear of being seen as something I’m not? Or better yet, maybe I just feel like I deserve it for a bug I killed at some point in my life?? It could have to do with this lazy quality I have at times which means I don’t feel like making any effort whatsoever. Maybe the object is simply me being lazy?! Too much effort to remove a shoe dagnabit! But on the other hand I’ve kinda beco
Poetry and Observations by Beth Achenbach