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Journaling:
My feet have always been my favorite body part. They’re durable, reliable and, although not classically beautiful, attractive in their own way – or at least I think so. Even when broken, they have taken me down the path I needed to travel – even if I didn’t know it at the time.
And then there are the shoes. As any female can tell you, shoes are a delight. Expressive, practical and easily justified, they reflect who we are. I have my fair share tumbled in the closet. Dave continually wonders why I buy more. I can’t help it! They call to me!
I got to thinking about my shoes and my life and how the one reflects the other. Hmmm, I thought. I’ve also been mustering the courage to leave my children glimmers of myself they may find amusing later. So here are some little notes about me at 38 years as told by my shoes. Foot notes, if you will.
Pointe Shoes
Ahhh, my pointe shoes. So cherished for many reasons. They remind me of the dancer I once was, the life I once led and the dreams I followed. They are unique, distinguished, special. All the things I wished for myself and am uncertain I ever attained. It is a source of pride to have earned the right to own them. Ballet is, and ever will be, my passion. It is essential to who I am no matter what my age and when I last took class. I did amazing things in these shoes and was home in them. They will always be with me.
Clogs
My mommy shoes. Dave bought me my first pair when I was pregnant with Sarah. They didn’t require tying – a good thing when you’re eight months along. Little did I know clogs are essential to mothering. They’re fashionable, supportive, and low maintenance. All good when your focus is directed on others and your time is in demand. Sarah, Morgan and Dan are the greatest gifts I have ever received. I wear these shoes with honor. Motherhood is challenging, frustrating and utterly amazing. I’m so glad I didn’t miss it.
Running Shoes
I’m still amused that I own these shoes. How fast do you have to go to be a “runner”? Anyway, I started running a couple of months after Morgan was born because it was the only source of exercise I could fit in and it was cheap. I started at ten minutes, worked up to fifteen and eventually could run a whole two miles. I remember hating every minute of it for about six months until my body figured out what was going on. I still run because I can fit it in and it’s cheap. Depending on the day, I go between three and five miles. It is my alone time. I enjoy my journeys and look forward to cool mornings and crisp air. The rhythm of my feet on the pavement is new music to move to.
Cowboy Boots
My struttin’ shoes. I swear the Texan in me just can’t help loving cowboy boots. I own two pair and know I’d own more if I could get away with it. Boots make me strut, swagger and two-step in the kitchen. They make me mosey and meander. I wear them when I miss New Mexico and its space. They make me feel sexy and fashionable while functioning comfortably. I kissed Dave for the first time in these boots. They remind me I’m adventurous and fun. Watch out world!
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