You know the straw that broke the camel’s back?
I feel like I’m living one straw from a broken back these days.
One little straw shifts on my back and I have to rebalance everything. That seemingly tiny change demands care, precision, time and energy to address, leaving me gasping and stumbling as I try to carry the weight of that shifted burden.
Today several minute strands shifted at once. Though unlikely perceptible from the outside, I felt it keenly. I wept as I tried figuring out how to shift my balance enough to keep standing.
A box was waiting on my doorstep when I got home.
In the box, the pair of big red sandals I mentioned buying in my post “Little red sandals.”
I put them on and smiled.
I have carried many heavy loads on my back since I outgrew my little red sandals. And…
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