"The first step toward recovery is acknowledging you have a problem."*
22 pairs of shoes - trail runners, sandals, running shoes, miscellany, new, used, disintegrating, some over a decade old - are now in boxes, en route to good will. Sadly, astonishing even to me, there are 22 other pairs of shoes still in my possession. All of them in my size. This is all vaguely anguishing. I just have to believe it's for the better - a step in the right direction for one who never threw away a shoe that had an ounce of life or soul left in it.
*(Counter posit: "Old boots never die, they just collect dust in the basement while reflecting upon their glory days, roaming free in the far flung hills.")