June 27, 2010
You won't see me teetering around town in high heels much these days. You won't hear me lamenting that I can't walk as far as I would like. You'll find me in my silver Birkenstocks most days, now that the once-rigid thong has eased and doesn't abrade the tender nook between my toes with the tactile equivalent of rap music booming from a car in the wee hours of the morning. You'll find me shorter and friendlier and, when in a rush, walking even faster -- but wanting more and more to slow down and take it easy. And succeeding.