I'm back.

Ok, so the shoe thing... it was about things we store away in our thought closet when we should get rid of them. Now, I am not willing to part with my boots (I DO still wear them...I do... every now and then), but I can see the metaphor with other items I find in my closet that I hold onto, knowing how expensive they were even though I haven't been able to wear them in YEARS! I can relate to to the thoughts that I have in my closet that I haven't really worn or been identified with in a while, but that are still there haunting me. You know names like ditz, airhead (or knot head as one middle school teacher called me), klutz (I actually grew up thinking I was doomed because my initials phonetically spelled out klutz--KLT and I even added the S when I got married!) These things have since grown into the adult versions of the names-- stupid and lousy... The truth of the matter is I am none of the above.