it occurred to me yesterday, as i sat in Bryant Park watching many a lovely woman teeter by on heels, that one way we can take care of ourselves, one way we can help ensure that we'll live a full, brimming life is by wearing comfortable shoes.
there's something incredibly soothing about those two words, isn't there?
sigh. i think my shoulders just dropped 2 inches.
at the very least, we should carry a pair of comfy shoes in our bag that we can change into for when the 3 ring circuses we're wearing on our feet become too much.
our shoes should never be the reason we don't go, see or do... or dance.
i bought a pair of sequined, black ballet slippers with a tread that are my comfy option. they roll up into a little ball that i can toss into my purse. they also make me unbelievably happy, but i suppose that's pretty much true of anything that sparkles. sunlit lakes... my niece's eyes... pavement.
it may seem like an oversimplification, but don't you go more, see more, do more, dance more when you're wearing comfortable shoes?