So… I’ve decided to start a blog. Easier said than done, right? The biggest challenge so far isn’t the writing itself—it’s figuring out what to actually write about. There are so many blogs out there, and I keep wondering, “What do I have to say that someone might want to read?”
Anyway, I figured I’d start simple—with a slice of my day.
As usual, the morning kicked off in the garage, renting out a few bikes. Nothing out of the ordinary there. After a quick lunch, it was off to see the ever-wonderful Zelia, my Brazilian foot doctor (aka lifesaver). She worked her magic, and now my feet feel brand new. Honestly, there’s nothing like that feeling of walking on air after a good foot treatment.
However, I did get a bit of a scolding. Apparently, my beloved flip flops are a no-go. Bad news for me—I live in them when the sun’s out. But rules are rules, especially when they come from someone who knows their stuff.
It got me thinking… Trump had his “freedom day” (for better or worse), and I’ve got mine too: Foot Freedom Day—that glorious moment when it’s finally warm enough to ditch the socks and shoes and slip into flip flops. Even if it might be short-lived thanks to Zelia’s advice!
If you’re in need of some top-tier foot care, I highly recommend her. She’s kind, professional, and genuinely amazing at what she does. Here’s her info:
Until next time—may your feet be happy and your flip flops (temporarily) forgiven.
