Wednesday, May 4, 2011

Breakin' Up is Hard to Do

Engaged in a little re-organizing tonight I came across these gems ... they don't look like "gems" anymore, they've definitely seen better days, but I never had the heart to throw them out.  Tonight, however, I found the courage to finally tell them it's over.
I'd say after 14 years it's well past expiration, granted I probably haven't worn them in the last ten, making it even sillier that I've hung onto them for so long, lugging them from place to place, ensuring safe lodgings in the back of closets.  It was time, my poor dust covered flower shoes with their broken buckles, worn soles, and scuffed toes - they're so deliciously 90s though, aren't they?  No, no I can't ... I have to end it for real this time, I can't take this yo-yo relationship anymore - taking each other for granted, it's just too much ...
... Though, I find myself hanging onto an old love letter or two.  What can I say?  So here I'm sat with peppermint tea, graham crackers, and a late night viewing of Gidget (one of my all time favorite movies) licking my wounds.  But it's nothing a wholesome movie with a wonderful lesson can't cure, you know, if you can get past the antiquated quips on gender roles to see that you always win when you have the courage to be yourself.  Little Gidg's fatal flaw?  Going with Moondoggie when Big Kahuna is the clear choice, but I won't hold it against her.  Now if only surf lessons came with a swingin' pipeline soundtrack!