No Heels… Unless I’m Ready for Them
I’ve come to notice that the, oh so fashionable 4 inch or taller heels that most young women are wearing these days do not hold a permanent place in my lifestyle. Now although I love “high heels” and would love to wear them every day and all day, I just can’t do it. People have said that it’s because I’m getting older but I don’t think that’s totally it… I would prefer to say I am wiser now. After many slips, trips, and falls I have a “trick knee” and a bad ankle. Not to mention that I’ve also been left with a few terrible back aches.
When I got a job where I actually had to dress business casual or better, I decided to try out the “heels every day” thing. First I figured that I would eventually learn to walk long distances in heels and get used to it as long as I did it continuously. I used to take notice of the shoes of women I worked around and also women walking outside. I even some times laughed at the ones wearing sneakers with stockings and skirts or dresses. Who would have thought that would some day be me? I have turned into that women you see speed walking with sneakers on and business attire or either the one with the extra bag other than my purse because I have flats on my feet and a pair of heels in the bag for when I get to my desk.
The reason I say I’ve become wiser and not just older is because I had to learn the hard way that it’s just easier to bring the heels and change them when I need them. To start, I have 3 children and running around in the mornings with heels doesn’t do anything but slow me down. I’ve tripped, turned over ankles, stepped on toes, and broken things. I got tired of that hassle so I tried just putting the heels on when I’m finally on my way out the door. Now the problem I ran into with that is that I drive a 5 speed. It’s so much harder to find the friction point when the heel of your shoe is touching the floor while your toe stays slightly pointed. I found myself taking my shoes back off once I got in the car, then putting them back on to run into the daycare, just to take them off again when I get back in the car. Hopefully you see where I’m going with this.
Now after the kids have been dropped off, I’m finally driving to work with no shoes and my parking space is a block and a half away from my job. At first I actually would put those heels on again before I got out of the car to walk up the slight hill to work. I took my time being careful not to step in the cracks in the side walk because boy oh boy will they scrape up a heel like it’s been chewed on by a puppy. Oh yeah and getting those things repaired is another story. I also was very careful, almost like I counted my steps, because of course I didn’t want to fall. That would be the worse thing ever!
Time went by and it felt like wearing heels was becoming natural to me, so I continued to struggle through my off and on routine each morning. One day I realized that my day was actually easier when I wore wedges. There was less trouble all around and I was happy to know that I didn’t have to synchronize my steps with the cracks in the sidewalk. I think the day I noticed that was the day I put it all to rest. I walked up the street without a care in the world wearing a cute pair of brown wedges that matched my skirt. As I approached the corner and stood to wait for the light to change I don’t know why I didn’t think about where I was standing. Here we have little bumpy knots on a small slope for wheel chairs on each corner and I now declare those things my worst enemy. As the light turned red and traffic slowed to stop, I shifted my weight to take a step and walk across the street. To my surprise, my legs and feet were not working on one accord. When my leg moved forward my right foot moved sideways and slipped on those bumpy knots. Holding my phone in one hand and my purse in the other I could not react fast enough and my body dropped straight down on my right knee (now known as my “trick knee”). Oh how embarrassing…
Still slightly confused as to how I fell, I readily grabbed the hand of an older gentleman that helped pull me to my feet. I wanted to cry but I didn’t know if it was from the feeling of being embarrassed or from the pain coming from my knee. I walked across the street to continue into my office. After all, the walk back to the car was too long to risk another accident. Getting off of the elevator on the 4th floor was incredibly hard since the pain had increased and was causing me to limp while still wearing those darn wedges. I hurried to a chair behind the front desk where the first aid kit was. A co-worker saw blood that had dripped on my shoe and asked was everything ok. I explained the saga to her as I patched up my knee and I finally reported to my desk about 20 min late. After resting for a while I went to see the nurse and was sent home for the rest of the day.
Lesson well learned. Being “cute” isn’t worth the risk some times. Now I would rather be comfortably safe and be able to get through a day with no accidents. I stopped wearing heels on my way to work. I carry an extra bag with me so that if I want to wear heels I can pull them out when I’m ready for them. Two thumbs up to the ladies that hold it down in heels everyday. You never know what it’s like until you walk in “those shoes”.
- This is me…
I really take astrology seriously. I find it amazing how on point it can be. With what I've heard about a Pisces, I can certainly consider myself a true Piscean.