A long time ago, before she passed away, my cousin told me that I "lived under a star". This comment came several weeks after my wedding day, and that followed, what appeared to my cousin, myself and a lot of people, a lucky and charmed-filled existence. I was a beautiful, educated, intelligent bride with a handsome husband and the promise of a "perfect" life.
Both shoes were squarely on my feet and fit well, but then came the first year of my marriage and realizing that I had married an alcoholic. A very rough first year, and unbeknownst to me, the inkling of many more difficult and heartbreaking years. So the shoes came off,and I sank for a while, but I held onto them. Three gorgeous daughters were born, and the battle to keep my husband out of rehab began and continued until he lost his battle to addiction at the age of 49. One shoe finally dropped.
Six years later, I'm still holding one shoe for dear life. It represents that "star" my cousin referred to a long time ago. Perhaps I've become far too introspective for my own good (is that even possible)? If I don't have hope, I don't have much of anything. So I hope for the day when I don't have to be afraid for the other shoe to drop, because good things really do happen to good people. I want to take off running and give those shoes a good workout.