so my new shoes stayed white and pretty.
someday this will change.
last fall john bought me a new pair of cycling shoes. he took me shopping, I tried on pair after pair at store after store, and I finally settled on a pair of Mavics that were blinding white. white? pure, solid white? what were they thinking?
when I first wore them to spin class everyone (okay, a couple people) teased me about how pretty they were and how obviously un-used they were. then spring rolled around, and I started using my pretty white shoes on my real bike in the real world.
now they're somewhere between "dirty white" and "seriously gray."
this is bound to happen to my pretty frees, as well.
new is fun, new is a great treat, new makes you feel special. new makes you feel connected with our constantly-changing world, helps you feel part of the continual movement forward and upward. it makes you feel potent, participative, vibrant, connected.
yep, all of this just in a pair of new shoes.
they don't even have to be white.
they just have to be new, just for a little while, bringing back that feeling you had as a little kid, wearing your brand new whatevers that made you feel like the king of the world.
that's me in my pretty white frees, on top of the world, extraordinary, queen of