Maybe it's due to the renewal process that is Springtime.
Maybe it's simply the Cold Shower I have been avoiding.
Anyway, I did it. Finally.
I have packed up my stilettos and twirly party dresses and sporty resort wear.
I finally shot the clothes horse.
It all went to Goodwill today.
I thought that hanging on to clothes from happier, pain-free days would act as an incentive to get better.
I thought planning trips to exotic and tropical places would act as an incentive to get better.
I could put up with days of pain so intense somebody had to help me to the bathroom, because I was going to get well and wear my party shoes and my twirly skirts and dance the night away with some hot Rastafarian in a humid climate.
I looked in my closet this morning. My red patent peep-toe slingback stilettos had dust on them. I have had them for three years. They have never been worn, except to totter around the living room once.
They were the equivalent of a candle burning as a prayer to the Virgin Mary. Except I was praying to Saint Manolo.
I am keeping my sweatpants and pajamas.