New Shoes

I want new shoes. I always want new shoes. I worry that I judge people too early based on their want or need for shoes. It’s the second thing that I look at. After your face it’s where my eyes are naturally diverted next. I like shoes and I think they say more about you than almost any other part of you. What colour are they? Where are they from? Do they match your outfit? Are there any others like them?

I want them and I need them. They are the only things besides earrings that fit everytime. They make me feel better. They are pretty and they make me feel pretty. Of course there are times when things don’t fit and they are uncomfortable but you fit them in anyway.

I wish life could be more like shoe shopping. You know, you can choose it based on colour, style, price even shape. You can take them or leave them. Pick them up and wear them, put them back down when things get a little uncomfortable and slip on a pair of favourites when everything else is just a little awkward.

I am a believer in optimism. Optimism is a theory based on the belief that silver linings exist. Silver linings are on the edge of every negative thought, action and behaviour. My silver lining comes in boxes. Small ones of all approximately the same size. In each box holds a wish, a feeling, a thought, a hope or a memory. Every time I put on a pair I am reminded of something that once made me happy. Sliding them on for the first time with that feeling of assurity that not only that they fit but my feet are the one part of my body that can look like everyone elses.