18/02/2026
This morning I thought something was medically wrong with me.
One leg just… wasn’t reaching the ground properly.
Subtle. But noticeable. Like my body had quietly resigned without telling me.
Looked down.
Two completely different white shoes.
Not similar. Not forgivable.
Two completely unrelated shoes. On my feet. In a professional setting. Where I give advice to others.
The sequence that led to this was elite:
Put on one shoe.
Child needed coins for a cap for swimming carnival.
Got coins.
Other child's laptop missing.
Found laptop.
Netball uniform suddenly urgent.
Found uniform.
Only had half my makeup on.
Lost an earring.
Checked the time.
Entered fight-flight-teleport mode.
Grabbed “the other shoe.”
Left with confidence. And lies.
So if you ever sit across from your psychologist and think "Wow, they really have their life together"
Just remember:
Your psych is human too.
Always check the shoes...
