Pas à pas

I pretty much only do what I want to anymore. If something is not fun, or doesn't make me feel like it was worth the effort, I avoid it.

That being said, I still manage to injure myself.

My feet and ankles have truly been my Achilles heel all my life. There are all kinds of speculations about why, starting with the fact that my mother, with the best of intentions, had me in high top leather shoes until I went to kindergarten. She had weak ankles and thought she was protecting mine.

Whatever the reason, I am flat footed, wear orthotics,  and still often go to bed feeling fine only to wake up unable to put pressure on my feet or ankles because they are inflamed. It is as if I run marathons in my sleep!

I helped my daughter move a while ago and even though I avoided the stairs, I made many trips carrying heavy boxes. My left foot has still not recovered. The bone on the outside of my instep is very sensitive. It has prevented me from going on the Cemetery Walk with my friends and put a crimp in most of my other activities.

Pas à pas. Step by step.

Be mindful of this moment.

It is as if everything in my world conspires to remind me of this.