Shoes

And the major meltdown one pair created Wednesday morning.

Photo by Paul Volkmer on Unsplash (These are pretty much identical to the pair of shoes that were the tipping point Wednesday morning).

To say that I’m having an existential crisis would probably be an understatement. To pretend like it hasn’t been consuming me for at least a year would be equally false.

This morning was boiling down to: taking a bike ride on the river trail to clear my head and think, or driving 45 miles to buy raffle tickets for a Queen of…