When The Other Shoe Drops

Do you distrust good things?

I never thought I did. At least I hadn't for a very long time.

I even remember a time—many, many years ago—when someone told me he was always waiting for the other shoe to drop. Distrustful of good things. Suspicious of ease.

And I thought, “Man… that must suck. I better tell him all about the Law of Attraction and manifestation. That’ll fix that cynicism right up.”

Oh, gosh golly.

I don’t know if I was delusional, naive, or just riding too many years of “good” that I forgot what really, really hard feels like.

But now?

Now I understand exactly what he meant.

I even told my sister yesterday—fresh off beating the recall—that along with the relief, I felt this deep trepidation.

“I feel like I’m just waiting for the next shoe to drop,” I said.

And boy howdy, did one drop today.

A shoe the size of multiple millions of dollars, landing inside a cardboard box that has already been through hell, is held together by tape and prayer, and is just begging for stability so it can continue its damn journey.

But here we are.

One more giant problem to tackle.

What’s one more guest at a giant problem party?

We will work through this—just like all the other things.

One bright spot, though: I had my first hula lesson today.

And, look… I’m not saying I’m gifted.

But the TV reflection and I shared a moment, and she seemed really proud of me.

Life keeps throwing shoes, and I keep learning new steps.

Honestly? That feels like progress.