I’m not a big fan of change, I am a Taurus after all. Let me clarify, I don’t like unforeseen change – if I create it or put it into motion I usually do just fine, but when I don’t see it coming I kind of freeze. I will admit, over the years I have become a lot better with dealing with this little thing called change. Usually when an unforeseen thing occurs it’s Ryan a bit too frazzled wondering what will happen next and I’m the one doing all in my power to assure him, ” it will be alright, it’s always alright.” Of course it always is, but it’s just hard to always keep that change.
I bought a new pair of shoes this weekend. I don’t buy shoes but maybe once every two and a half years or so. It’s not something I think about, and I grow fond to my shoes, so I just keep on wearing them until they either fall apart or become a bit to rugged to wear all the time. This happened this weekend…well over time really. My nice black shoes had become more of a mute, flat, worn black, the faux leather pretty bare and ugly, the elastic across the top coming less attached by their threads on the sides, so I broke down and spent a little bit of my Christmas money on a new pair of shoes. Well, two pairs (famous footwear has a buy one get on half off), so I got one practical every day shoe similar to the ones I had before and a new somewhat high heeled boot that zip high enough that I can wear them in the snowy weather – if we ever get any of that this season that’s worth putting some boots on.
After buying my new shoes I realized something. New shoes are kind of like the changes of life. When I tried on my new shoes on at the store they were snug, a safe and bundled kind of snug feeling. I was excited, yes, excited about these new black, new looking, snug feeling shoes. I was so eager to wear them the next day, so the next morning I threw them on and ran out the door for work, only to find that they were a bit too snug on my feet causing them to hurt. Feeling somewhat frustrated, in pain and defeated I decided I probably got the wrong size, a half a size too small. My excitement from earlier that morning had slowly dissapated. So yesterday, I had the plan to exchange them in the morning only to find out the store was closed until after I had to be at work. So for the day I wore my old comfortable shoes, that my feet have been used to for the last 2 years, wear my feet felt free, as well as, pain free. My shoes were exchanged last night after my husband got off work since I had to work but throughout the day I started to think. When we manifest change, it gets exciting, then sometimes there comes a point where we have to change things around to make the change work for us. Change it’s bad but sometimes it comes with unexpected events. Although the new change is good, so is the old stuff too. That old pair of shoes will always fit just right, conform to your feet, and there is a sense of comfort there. I have several sets of these kinds of shoes. Old friends are sometimes just as good, if not better than the new ones, especially after we rediscover them and their everlasting friendship.
….It’s all kind of like a pair of old shoes…