This past week has been a hard one for me. I am sorting through our clothes and other belongings, deciding what we actually need and what will be a hinderance. Most of the furniture and decorative objects were easy to put in the "don't need" pile, making our big garage sale unemotional.
Even when I went through my closet, most of the clothes were easy to purge and I didn't have more than one purse and a few pieces of jewelry that I wanted to keep.
Then came the shoes.
Weeding through my shoes actually made me feel sick. I am ashamed to admit it, but I got a pit in my stomach as I made the funerary procession to the garage with a bin full of shoes.
They are just SHOES, for crying out loud! Why do I feel so wretchedly resistant about getting rid of them? All told, I kicked over twenty pairs of shoes to the curb. I feel disgusted by that number. Who has enough feet or occasions to wear twenty pairs of shoes in a month?
Then there are the pairs that I am keeping. Eight in total. This is still an absurd number of shoes. When I look at these last eight pairs, I feel stuck.
Do I really need two pairs of white heels? What about the two pairs of sneakers?
For guys who may be reading this, the whole shoe debacle probably seems like a non-event. "You had too many shoes; you got rid of some. The feel-good story of the year."
For the ladies reading this, hopefully you can sympathize. Please tell me I am not crazy for feeling emotional attachment to footwear.