I look down at my shoes they look smelly, battered and worn. They have run errands, made trips to the park, traveled far and wide. They are not pretty but they are sturdy. The enable me to run, chase after the kids, and catch the dog. It’s my shoes that make me who I am and what I hope to be…
We trudge along paths, wide open roads, some of us with dreams without limits and other finding solace in the quiet of a book. If the shoe makes the man what does it say about me? I prefer the road less traveled and the adventures of life.
I always wonder what it would be like to walk in another shoes. Would they feel like home? Uncomfortable? If there was one shoe I would walk in who would it would be? In my books it would be the trailblazers who fought for women’s equality.
I think of Gloria Steinem and Betty Friedan. Trail blazers of the past and icons for the future.They soldiered forward and put up the good fight! It’s them that I can thank for being a woman comfortable in my own shoes.
Whose shoes would you like to walk in? And where are your own shoes taking you?