One Step at a Time

These are my feet in grass this afternoon. 

I know, right? My blog is totally action packed these days! 

Anyway, as I was saying - here are my feet. Please don't look at them for too long because they are definitely dirty from wearing flip flops and my 3 yr old helped me paint my toes.....but!.......

Because of something that happened once, I can't stand the feeling of grass or dirt on my skin. A huge part of my life was damaged in a backyard a long time ago - things happened that I can never take back - and the feeling of the earth directly on any part of me sends me into a frenzy of panic attacks. In counseling they call it a trigger. I call it stupidity.

I haven't been bare foot in grass in years. 

Today I had enough.  

I took this photo with a racing heart and clammy hands, but not for long. I didn't cry. I didn't have to remember. All I heard were the background sounds of the church picnic. 

I am victorious.