I missed the first birthday of my novel. It was officially published and released on August 12 of last year. That day began the roller coaster ride of life with a major event crossed off my bucket list. August 12th 2014 I celebrated with my sister, Zanne; never thinking of the significance. We had a peaceful visit and I can’t beat myself up about missing the book’s birthday. I have moved so much farther on in twelve months.
When I realized the date was coming up I searched my blog posts for the exact date, it reminded me that too much looking back only makes me question steps on my current path. That is a negative side-track that doesn’t lead to happiness or inner peace. The money spent, the scales tipped, the time gone. I wouldn’t be where I am had I not made choices and feeling good about them for whatever they taught me is key.
I started this post about shoes, very light and airy, not deep or thoughtful. Perhaps it is the symbolism of shoes that I was missing while the subject filled my tiny brain.
Coming up on my second anniversary of being under-employed/leaving the high life/finding happiness. It occurred to me today – it’s all about the shoes! If your feet aren’t happy, chances are you attitude is going to suffer. I have always loved varying my outlook on the world, based on my footwear. My house is awash with stashes of appropriate footwear. Today, I added to the collection.
Picture if you will, jumping from a cab, curbside on Central Park South, to race through a Hotel like the Ritz, get to your room, change footgear and head out to a business dinner. The choice of shoes would go something like this:
Ballet Flats for the flight, cowgirl boots if it was winter. Heels, carried and donned just before walking to the table for dinner, across lush deep carpets. I have a closet full of these tall and mean pumps. I called them “cruel shoes” but felt equal in size to my business associates and powerful enough to take on their challenges.
Today I need to be taller again. At 5’3″, the Fusti tanks on the top shelves require tip-toes and a stretch. This is great calf exercise, but taller shoes would help. I can’t stomp around all day in heels so these lovely, little dainty slippers will get the job done:
As to the other piles of assorted necessary foot-gear, these are a few of those deemed barn-worthy:
Just as New England will soon require I drag out the basket of mittens and gloves, footwear will become sturdy and stout. Water and weather-proofing are highly sought-after features. But for now, there is still a hint of summer in the air and lighter fair is piled in another corner…
I shall once again march through my forest on snowshoes, and not care a whit about patent leather pumps. That’s what this past year has taught me – comfortable, proper footwear is the key to happiness.