“If the shoe fits, wear it!” And boy does this fit right now! I’m having to purge my adorable shoe collection to ditch all the high heels  I’ve so proudly strutted my stuff in over the years. Just don’t work anymore! Dang! They feel like hell on my gnarly feet, (poorly) repurposed knees, and sciatic hips.  Bring on the “sensible shoes!” (Gag!) I feel like I am going back in time, a reversal of my 7th grade trauma where I was pressured to give up my tennis shoes (Keds) for something more fashionable. Had to learn how to walk anew in this height-enhancing foot ware. (Cramped my “elementary school” style of prancing about as a wild horse). The only GOOD thing about this reversal is it IS a more comfortable transition. My feet are sighing with relief at the lower (and softer) elevation! But it is also forcing a change in clothes as well. Flats and athletic shoes look ridiculous with my artsy outfits… I go from looking avant-garde to dumpy in one fell (foot) swoop! (Especially when I have to add the compression socks!) Lord, when will You let up on this onslaught on my vanity? Was the baldness not enough? And now Bozo hair? Boy, I am sounding like the Israelites belly-aching in the wilderness as they gather Your daily manna, collect quail meat, and drink fresh water from inanimate rocks! Ungrateful. Numb to the miracles around me. Distrusting You for taking me from the desert to the “Land of Milk and Honey.” Sorry.  Help me to come up with a whole new style that fits my foot ware, Lord. New freedom to prance about and hoof it back to the playgrounds of my early years. I can probably even resurrect the horse whinny that I had perfected, with a little bit of nickering practice!