Sunday, December 12, 2004
Sometimes I get into situations that are as comfortable as an old pair of shoes. And I somehow don’t realize until I actually look down how worn-out and tired my shoes are. Sometimes I don’t realize, until the odor wafts its way up to my nose, that things stink. I am reluctant to discard my smelly worn-out shoes. They were pretty once, these old shoes. But no amount of polish will bring back the shine they once had. They have served me well, these old shoes, but they no longer fit. And they stink. So why do I hold onto old shoes? Why not say “thank you”, and let them go? Their time has gone.