Is this what they call midlife crisis? A void, an emptiness in an otherwise full and fulfilling life?
I didn't want a boyfriend.
I didn't want a convertible.
I didn't want to eat, pray or go to India.
I was flummoxed, flapping in the breeze like a tea towel on Aunt Bea's clothesline.
Because this morning, I woke up with laser sharp focus. I know why I was put here. I know what the missing piece is.
Because while I have gray boots, black boots, cowboy boots, brown boots, riding boots, snow boots, engineer boots, clogs that look like boots and even white patent leather go-go boots...
I do not have red boots.
Correction. I do not have red boots YET.