29/07/2026
This morning, I felt like the luckiest person in the world.
7.30am. Leave the house for work.
Grey, dark, pouring rain.
Aye, summer in Ireland.
I'm a wee bit late so hood up and hoof on.
The sole of my right foot is a bit damp.
Can't be.
Bus won't wait.
Batter on.
On bus, writing Morning Pages.
My foot IS a bit wet,
the left one too.
Check.
Soles of both shoes are split.
Left worse than right.
Rain hammers window.
Back to Morning Pages.
Now my left foot is getting a draft.
Check again.
The sole is busted, completely.
Rain bonces off satured pavement outside.
I'll have to walk,
in the rain,
in busted shoes.
"Where's the luckiest-person-in-the-world
part of this story Michaela?"
I hear you ask.
Aah ye see,
the bus stop is literally across the street from Tesco, Tesco is open before I start work.
Yes, I have not one, but two busted shoes.
But I also have
1. Time to go into Tesco
2. Money to buy a brand new pair of shoes, fully intact, soles and all.
Just. Like. That.
The ones I'm wearing are disintegrating with every step.
I'm practically barefoot by the time I get to the till.
But it's just so easy for me to ensure dry comfortable feet for the rest of the day.
Have you ever thought about the people in the world with no shoes,
and no choice?
'cause that's who I thought about this morning as I handed over £18 (yup, I use cash)
The moral of the story is ....
you decide what the moral is.
I'm on the bus on my way home now,
twelve hours later.
Nearly at my stop.
My feet are comfortable and dry in my brand new shoes.
The sun is shining.
I still feel like the luckiest person in the world.
❤️
