It's got to be a sign

The funniest most bizarre thing happened yesterday morning while I walked through the parking garage to my client's offices. 

My shoe broke.

That by itself isn't that funny. What's so bizarre is that almost exactly one year ago I was with this same client wearing these same shoes and the heel broke. I was at their conference and I popped a balloon with my heel as a part of a breakout session activity. I wrote about it last year in I popped a balloon and became Cinderella.

I replaced those shoes with the same style and color, but the only pair close to my size at Nordstrom worldwide was a half size larger. One of the replacements was the shoe that broke today. 

These aren't cheap shoes. They're Michael Kors and cost in the $150 range.  And I have four pairs in different colors because I like them so much.

Now I can't help but wonder if this is a sign. This is my least favorite client and my favorite shoes, so perhaps the relationship is breaking at the very foundation - the soles of shoes. Perhaps it's time to move on. Or it just means I should wear different shoes.

The story has a happy ending. The shoe that broke last year was the left and today it was the right. Since I kept the good one, I now have a pair again. And I haven't popped a balloon with a heel since.

Love to the single girls,

Addison