Never Say Never

I’ve come to believe that the words “I will never…” actually mean “one day I will, and I will grimace when I remember that I said I never would.” When my mom visited me a few weeks ago, I complained about some slight knee pain I was having. She recommended that I wear “Crocs” around the house because walking barefoot on our hard, tile floors probably wasn’t helping my knees. Then I told her, “Mom, I’ll never wear Crocs. They’re ugly.” Just then I think the gods of fate laughed to themselves. Because today I got a care package of “knee therapy” from my mom that included the cutest sandals. I fell in love with them before I could realize that…they’re Crocs! So, I’m officially breaking my no-Crocs policy. I like them too much to let them go, and they happen to be super comfy and supportive, which my knees appreciate.

And now I can’t help remembering a few other times I said “I’ll never…”

“I’ll never date a fighter pilot.” Result: Not only dated one, but married him.

“I’ll never train for a marathon.” Result: Trained for one last summer.

I want to thank my mom for proving – once again – that sometimes I don’t know what I’m missing out on.

At least this time when I’m eating my words, my feet and knees will be thanking me.