Broken Heel – True friends last a lifetime

In grade 11 I was seeing a guy who, unbeknown to me, had a huge crush on my best friend. Prom was approaching and he’d asked me – I accepted, of course – but then my friend and her boyfriend split up. He immediately dumped me and tried to convince her to go to Prom with him. I was devasted — I had a dress and everything, not to mention the broken heart!

When she figured out what happened, she turned him down cold — we’d been best friends for 6 years at that point and she told me she wasn’t letting some testosterone-challenged guy ruin that. Neither she nor I went to Prom that year — we rented movies and had a big girly sleepover.

The best part? The jerk only managed to further strengthen the friendship between the two of us. We’ve been close friends for over 20 years now, across differing geographic distances and through more life changes than I care to enumerate, and that won’t be changing anytime soon.

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Broken Heel – Learn to Grow from your Broken Heel Moments.

Learn to Grow from your Broken Heel Moments.

My birthday is next week and is always a time for me to reflect on my growth. The past 5 years have been so challenging for me. I have dealt with my painful childhood, healing my closed heart, leaning to overcome restructuring and layoff within my career. I decided to follow my soul and not to live in fear. I have changed so much and truly love the person I am. It is the first time in my life I feel so great and can’t wait to see what is next on this adventure called life.

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Broken Heel – When one door closes another one opens

It happened suddenly like a ton of bricks! 

Here I am a year in preparing for my Big Day – my wedding which will be taking place in 5 months!
I have been with my boyfriend for 3 years and love his daughters as if they were my own.  We’ve had such an exciting relationship.  We travelled to so many different places in the last three years that they were the best years of my life.
Although for quite some time he had been stressed with his baby’s mothers (I know so very Maury Povich) and it was taking a toll on him.  It became to the point where I wondered if our fantasy period of the relationship was over and I was entering into a marriage with a miserable man!?

This frightened me but I receive all the answers to my questions on Easter Sunday 2008. 
I went shopping with his mother on Saturday looking for undershirts for and I overheard a man talking to his friend at the cash and he mentioned when a man is over jealous it’s simply because he his projecting his own sins (he used much more colourful words but you get the gist of it).  Although I wasn’t really paying attention to there conversation it was as if it was the only thing I heard him say and it kept buzzing in mind ALL day.  You see my boyfriend was the jealous type and I couldn’t understand why, I had eyes only for him and we practically spent all of our free time together.
We had a none-related argument that night, but my spirit was still uneasy.  I woke up angered and disrupted with my thoughts and finally asked him the question:  Have you cheated on me?  … The silence spoke for itself.  To make a long developing story short he had!  And this lasted 5 months, she got pregnant and he has another year old daughter in Florida !
Well it goes without saying that I was shocked and devasted beyond belief.  Within the next 48 hours i had to tell aver 150 people that there was no longer a wedding in 5 months.  That was a difficult task to do without divulging every detail which would crush my heart even more at every word.  I cried for 2 months!!! TWO MONTHS and this from a person who doesn’t cry. 
I had merged my life with this man for the last 3 years, speaking every single day and it seemed inconcevable to cut ties with him effective immediately, despite the news.  It took me 9 months to wean off of him, 9 months to fall completely out of love, 9 months to say that i no longer needed him for comfort in my life.  NINE months. 
 
But my life restored itself more and more every day that past.  Every day I let go of him, everyday i got stronger and happier.  His negative energy slowly slipped out of my life.  Today I realise how much of an anchor he really was and it is only recently that i have decided to start dating again.  And once you open the door to good things, good things start to flow in.  I have been applying the power of attraction to my life that mention when you give out positive energy out into the universe the same energy will return. 
Amazingly enough in that same year I received some of the worse news but experience some of my best changes!
 
All this to say that when one door closes another opens, this I believe whole heartedly.

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Broken Heel – Always have a back up

Bought my first and last pair of shoes from Agaci 2. They were a pair of cut slip on camouflage canvas sandals…my first time wearing them were to a spot downtown…My heel slips into a crack and I never seemed to regain my balance. I cross the street and get to the door of the club just to realize, my shoe does not have a heel…the entire 3.5 inch heel (and I’m typically a 4.5 inch heel type of girl) was missing! Good thing I usually travel with a back up pair of heels.

Returned to the store the next day, receipt and broken shoe in hand, and they had the audacity to offer me a store credit! For shame!

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Broken Heel – Nothing can stop me

My broken heel moment would have been when I was in my 20’s and due to (an earlier) recession, I found myself on welfare, buying food with food stamps. The look on the face of the cashier as I paid for my groceries was unbelievable. I wasn’t down and out, I was just slightly hobbled, it was a true broken heel moment.

At that moment, I decided that someone else’s opinion of me could not affect me or my abilities. I ended up moving across the country and working in a variety of fields until I found the one that worked for me. Inside of a decade of that experience, I was earning over $100K per year.

This new recession has hobbled my heels again. But I’ve done it once, so I can do it again. Look out world, I’ve pulled on a new pair of boots. Here I come!

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Broken Heel – Never let them see you sweat

One afternoon when I was home from school I heard something hit the house, then I heard it again. I looked out the window and two neighbourhood kids were winging bits of roof tarmac at our house. I quickly put on a pair of cheetah print, square healed sixties shoes that were in the closet and stomped down the front stairs screaming at the little buggers. I got about four steps down and the heel on the right shoe snapped off and I slide two more steps. I was now sitting on the stairs sideways, staring at the slack jawed idiots who quickly ducked down behind their carport wall.

I skinned my knee and it hurt. The neighbourhood boys ceased their barrage. I was injured, the shoes were tossed in the garbage for being unreliable in a crisis yet I was victorious! I had faced the enemy and won.

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Broken Heel – “Let them break a heel instead”

My broken heel moment was when I first graduated from university I turned down a couple of full time positions that just didn’t feel right and I thought the salary offers were too low. Instead I chose a sales position with a small media company for a lower salary. They were barely running a cash flow, didn’t have enough money to buy print cartridges somedays and was poorly managed. I stuck it out for 4 months, learned some great sales skills, pushed myself out of my comfort zone and then finally decided enough was enough. I quit my job without knowing what I was going to do next. Three days later I had an interview and the following day an offer. My former boss then threatened to sue me and refused to pay me commissions owed. I took a stand. I went to a labour lawyer and fought my former employer for 2 years through the labour board and finally got my payout. You just have to stick to your guns, principals, morals and never let anyone walk all over you. Let them break a heel instead.

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Broken Heel – Take the good with bad

After 2 years of fertility issues, I got pregnant w/ what would have become our 3rd child. Called my mom in excitement only to have her be ‘disappointed *for* me’, as this would ‘tie me down’ to another period of toddlerhood.

I wonder if she was secretly happy when I miscarried a week later?

I’ve always embraced my ‘broken heel moments’.

My mother begrudgingly “explained” her reaction a few weeks later — took me about a month to tell her about the loss. I’ve no idea how she felt about the loss — she and I have very different approaches to parenthood and her initial reaction was very much rooted in her own experiences. Didn’t make it feel much better, though — I received endless platitudes from her about it being good to have worked out that way, ‘better’ for me/family, ‘que sera, sera’, etc. Not terribly supportive, but not entirely unexpected.

That was in January. We had another loss in June — I didn’t bother calling her re: it. We just found out that we’re pregnant again. I’ll hopefully have a better idea this week if it’s going to work out.

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Broken Heel – What goes around comes around.

On June 12th of this year I got terminated from a job I really liked. Well it all seemed pretty gloom and doom at the time it turns out things aren’t so bad after all. With help my my union rep I managed to be eligible to get unemployment and now they are going to help me get certified as a personal support worker. The icing on the cake is that the girl who chose to squeal on me and get me fired just got her own self fired last week. So as they say – what come around goes around and things are going pretty cool right now and I sure have enjoyed the summer off with my son!!

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Broken Heel – NYC subway …

I went to New York City on vacation in March 2009. I got all dressed up to see a Broadway show, and was feeling very fab. On the way down the stairs to the subway my heel caught in the leg of my pants and “down she went”. An older gentlemen threw himself into my path to save me, but my favourite black pumps could not be saved. I had to ride the subway the whole way back to the hotel with one heel and a whole lot of embarrassment!

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