At a recent pedicure, my pedigal asked if I wanted to go big and get the callus remover. Sure, my feet could use some extra love. Let’s do it.
I walked four miles tonight, and I’m a firm believer that taking part in said callus remover was one of the worst decisions I’ve ever made. What were soft feet a few hours ago are now on their way to being blistered feet, thanks to dainty skin sliding around in cotton socks over the course of an hour.
Just to clarify, this isn’t an admission of gnarly feet. I simply let pedigal over-pamper them for some reason. I should’ve left well enough alone. What’s that they say? Oh, right. “If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it.”
There’s something to be said for being thick-skinned. Maybe not so thick that one can call you callous, but the same way a little toughness on your feet can help you go for miles, the same can be said for a little toughness in life. Let your guard down, and you’re bound to get a blister or two.
Tonight I am thankful for how far my feet have taken me in life, and I’d like to apologize to them for removing their armor. I’ve worked hard to never buckle at the first sign of stress, and I was reminded tonight that it’s a good way to be.