22 May 11

It fits like an old shoe I’d forgotten I owned and had since tucked away in the back of the closet to be covered by newer, perhaps more fashionable shoes. When I discover it and pull it from its hiding place I examine it carefully. I hold it in my hand and take note of its worthiness. For there is a reason that it was deemed worthy of salvation while so many others were tossed aside, donated, lost, given away. But “this”, I thought once upon a time, “I will want again”. But as is often the case, I am forgetful and neglect to remember why I chose to hang on.