"The time has come," the walrus said, "to talk of many things: of shoes and ships and sealing wax, of cabbages and kings." Lewis Carroll
It was that time again....to buy my youngest new shoes. At the store...she picked out a pair she liked...put them on...and walked around the aisles. Up one....down another. Then she took off running to the front of the store....turned around....and ran back to where I waited.
Her face beamed. Her eyes glistened. She loved them. We went to pay. She refused to take the shoes off. Instead...she handed me her old ones. Walking back into the mall.... she kept her eyes on her shoes. I told her to look up or she would walk into a wall....she didn't care. She jumped and danced and stared at her feet.
A few times....overcome with joy over the new shoes, she threw her arms around my neck and gave me a squishy hug.
The funniest thing....the shoes are reeboks...they're nothing overly special. Runners. Simple white runners with purple stripes. Not even light up ones. But to my youngest they're new and shiny and the best.
There's something about 'new.' To me.....new means change. For the last few months.....I've been wanting a change.....something different.... something new.....something exciting and fascinating.....that holds me...keeps me centred and focused....like my daughter with her new shoes....
Translated.....I need a goal...something to work towards....and that holds my attention. Without a goal...I feel lost...empty...like something's missing. Maybe this angst inside is telling me there's something around the corner...I got to trust...I got to believe.
The Old Fashion Way, Victorian Times.
6 months ago