Don’t cry over high heels?

Don’t cry over high heels?

Isn’t the saying “Don’t cry over spilt milk”?
Well, in my case it’s “Don’t cry over high heels”.
I looked up the origin of this well known quote. This saying comes from the days when dairy animals were milked by hand into a pail. Milk does get spilled occasionally when the pail is tipped over, and then there simply is no getting it back into the pail.
There is no use crying over spilt milk means that if we make a mistake or if something gets broken, it is no use crying, complaining, worrying or making a fuss about something that has already happened and cannot be changed, instead we should simply clean up the mess and get on with it.
I get it. Why cry over something that isn’t a big deal? What does ”Dont cry over high heels” have to do with this long said quote?
I was getting dressed the other day. I had picked out the entire outfit the day before – knowing what I was going to wear. I proceeded to get dressed in the morning. I could tell the after effects of having had a restless, sleepless pain filled night. My flare had begun. I had to sit on the spare bedroom bed (it is the easiest place for me to sit and get dressed). All was going well until … the shoes. I sat down again on the bed and began to cry. Why the sudden outburt of tears? Besides the fact that I was exhausted and in pain. Frustration! So darn mad!
I really had thought that I had gotten to the point of acceptance. That some days I just had to do things differently than others but no – here I was bawling over the fact that I could not wear my cute shoes – the ones that were at least 3+ inches in heel – totally made the outfit. I was crying because I had been wearing my gym shoes all week because they hurt the least of any of my shoes when I am in a flare.
How unfair is it that I would have to wear ugly ortho shoes? Now, I might have been taking it to the extreme – slightly over dramatic at the time. But in all fairness, I had just had the sleepless painful night. It did really bother me tho. I have been looking for the past month for cute flats that I could just slip on and off.
I ended up comprimising and wearing a pair of my knee high over my jeans 2 inch black boots. They looked good but I still had to settle. I made it through the day of work without them causing any problems. The hour of grocery shopping was too much.
What have I learned?
1. Even tho I had thought I was past the why me stage – I still have moments that frustrate me and send me back to that way of thinking.
2. It really is like I had learned many months ago in Counseling – Can I do something to keep this from bothering me so? Yes! After all it’s just shoes.
3. I can wear cute fun shoes for awhile but I need to have the comfy good for me shoes with me just in case.
4. I am going to still actively look for shoes that are comfortable and look nice. I am probably the only one that cares or notices them anyways.
Like I said – I do understand the point of the “Don’t cry over spilt milk” theory and for the most part I agree.
But you know there will be days when all I need is a good cry, to be able to let all my frustrations come out, to express all my fears of the unknown future even if that means

… to just “Cry over spilt milk” or high heels.
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