Shoes. The backbone of my existence in my twenties and thirties. The higher the better. At one point, I had over 100 pair. Facebook was introduced to the world, and I introduced you to... my shoes. I posted pictures. Lots of pictures. I had new shoes for every dating disaster and dating success that happened. The more my heart broke, the higher the heel. The happier my heart, the brighter the color. I had every color imaginableI!
I once wanted to write a book called "Six inches". It would be about a scorned woman who committed murder with her red Michael Kors 6" stiletto heel. I loved shoes so much, I wanted to immortalize them by putting pen to paper and creating what I thought would be a masterpiece for women across the world. But, that did not happen. I did not write the book, and my high heel love affair is in the past. Why the breakup?
Something happened. I never thought the day would come where I would look at my shoes in fear. Not that I thought they were the very weapon my fictional character would use for her crime spree. It was something else. Expected, yet unexpected. I aged. Don't get me wrong, I am still young, but my backbone is literally telling me to give up the heels. I tried to wear wedges a few days ago and after an hour, I was done. Wedges! The easiest and most comfortable of all heels we can wear. I can't imagine what my real heels would do to me. Alas, they sit in my closet, looking pretty, ready to dance, but sadly being the wallflower nobody notices.
When we moved here last year, I did a purge. We all do that when we move. I purged and purged, like a cat with a massive hairball. The shoes went too. Not all of them. I kept my favorites for nostalgic purposes. So many of them I bought while shopping with my friend Joy. We always ate and shoe shopped. It was our thing. I can't get rid of those. Too many good memories buying them, more than wearing them!
And now, there is a new shoe in town. Bye, bye high heels. You have been replaced by the comfortable shoe. I refuse to think I am "old" because I choose comfort over sexy. I love my shoes with extra cushion, less height. Especially when traveling! I have learned that it is impractical to wear heels while walking on cobblestone streets in Greece. Heels on the hilly streets in Peru, would have killed me. A solid, flat shoe that feels like my feet are walking on clouds, is completely divine. I happen to love Easy Spirits and Abeo. They melt into my feet. Barefoot on the beach is my choice, and a nice Chaco is perfect for hiking local or international mountains. Not only do my feet thank me, but my shoulders do too. My suitcase or backpack is no longer weighted down by my heavy heels. It's freeing!
So there you have it. I admit that I am no longer a fan of high heels. They are so pretty, but pretty can be dangerous. Falling in heels at my age, is no longer a fun night out on the town. Traveling the world in comfortable shoes, is more my scene. But, no Birkenstocks. I just can't go there.
What is your favorite travel shoe? Put a pair on, and Let's Go!
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