Ode to My Shoes
An alternative to romance
By: Faith Deutschle
In times of need some people turn to a) comfort food, b) friends, c) family or d) alcohol. I have done all of the above and still feel less than fulfilled. I need to be wooed. I need to be loved. I need a new pair of shoes. My closet is full of shoes that represent my emotions. I have the killer boots I bought to wear when I wanted to look sexy; the sensible pair I bought after I got my first job; and the running shoes I bought after I vowed to lose 10 pounds this year. In a nut shell those shoes represent my spunk, accomplishments and insecurities.
My shoes are not only akin to my emotions, but also to my relationships. There are the good pairs, the bad pairs and the pairs that have you pondering, “What was I thinking?”
Some shoes, like slippers, are made for comfort. I like to think that slippers are the friends of the shoe world. They are always there waiting to make you feel better when you are tired and worn out. Other shoes boost your self esteem, like the hot guy at a bar who buys you a drink. Some shoes stop you in your tracks and take your breath away as you spot them on the store shelf– like a first date or a new love. Then there are those that just don’t fit. They look great, but feel terrible, much like boyfriends and husbands that don’t work out.
And then there are the shoes that take your breath away like a first date or a new love.
Right now, I’m shopping for a pair of shoes that will give me faith—faith in love, faith in relationships and faith that everything happens for a reason (even when you are scared you might have made a mistake.)
I have decided to by a pair of ballet flats. At least I will be able to dance right through this tough time. And as a safe measure, I might as well buy a new pair of stilettos to wear out on the town this weekend. Stilettos are the wild card of the shoe world. They can be whatever you want, and in this case they are my new love.