I still keep my rubber flood boots inside my office pedestal just in case, but most times I’m happy with dock shoes – and lately – even trainers for more comfortable walks.
There’s no hiding behind the passage of time, no matter how much I want to deny my own frustrations and disappointments.
BUT, who can sink eternal optimists?
I can’t say anything new yet is coming my way – something to change how I’ve been living and handling things – you know, just not to jinx it.
Let’s just say I’ve removed my camo and have allowed myself to be seen in the open.
Give and take a few weeks, maybe months – who knows?
Life and death, yin and yang, black and white, success and failure: aren’t all these just binary opposites?
Overlapping, incestuous cousins?