quick life check: what’s on your feet?

by ck on October 5, 2012

You’re sitting in the car in front of a DSW, gripping the steering wheel, dizzy with (lack of) breath. Not because you’re about to go shoe shopping (which could totally make you panic, especially in this particular store), but because you’ve finished your shopping much faster than expected, and now have to face the rest of your day.

It’s crazy how a day can dictate breathing.

But recently that’s exactly what it’s been doing because you have too much on your to-do list and not enough checked off. Which is not your fault, because school was supposed to make things easier. More “you” time. More space to work on personal projects without the guilt. More time to…to what? You don’t know. And how is it that you have twelve hours alone per week and more left undone than you ever had when home all day with two small kids? And now? Now besides school there’s homework, and piano, and soccer, and girl scouts, and softball, and ballet, and the house, and the laundry, and the hot water that doesn’t work, and food that doesn’t replenish itself, and blah, blah, blah. Days. Life.

Sometimes, even when it’s all neatly arranged and listed in perfect squares on your calendar, you get a little lost. You know your way home. You know what you need to do. You know how to complete your tasks or ask for help or drop it all and take a nap. But when your brain stops skittering for one quiet moment, your vision starts to swim. Where are you in all of this? You? The person rushing around to keep it all together. Are you really keeping anything together? And are all of these things leading anywhere significant?

Where are you? 

As it turns out, the parking lot of DSW is the perfect place to lose yourself. Because oftentimes you haven’t gone too far. In fact, in the middle of a desperate sigh you might just shake your head and look down and find yourself in the passenger seat. Neatly packaged, and perfectly described, in two very different boxes. One makes you look shinier and sexier than you remember seeing reflected back the last time you checked the rearview mirror.

And the other? So irresistibly comfortable that they’re already on your feet and need to be removed for photographic purposes.

Feeling a little lost today? Look down. Even if they’re not the shoes you dreamed you be wearing at this point in your life, they’re part of who you are. And sometimes, getting one little part of life into focus is enough. So breathe. Open your windows. Put on the music as loudly as you can handle. Start your car. And drive.

(And be sure to give yourself a hug. You’re awesome. It’s just your day that sucks.)

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{ 6 comments }

Contemporary Troubadour October 5, 2012 at 12:41 pm

“Blah, blah, blah. Days. Life.” That about sums it up, girl. Love both pairs you picked!

TheKitchenWitch October 5, 2012 at 1:09 pm

I am going through this exact same thing–I thought I’d have all this time to write and blog and cook and…anything…but it seems worse! Maybe because I was dumb and signed up for that humor writing class and I’m obsessed with getting my drafts right, or maybe because some crackwhore always signs up to bring paper plates for teacher dinner nights, so I have to make THREE main dishes to bring in the span of one week. Or maybe I’m just ditzy and scattered. But you made me feel better. And you got shoes! Squee!

Christine October 6, 2012 at 12:36 am

Wow- nailed it right on the head. Oh and how I want to own a pair of sexy shoes that portray on the outside how I wish I was on the inside. But then the next question is which water park would I where them to?

Naptimewriting October 7, 2012 at 1:12 pm

I’m in the same place of panic with the 9 hours a week I have to myself. Gut says write. Bank says find work. House says clean. Body says run. Fridge says shop. The silence allows way too many voices to bubble to the surface.

And funny that on the third day of youngest’s time away, I, too, went to a shoe store. And tried on everything.

I’ll show you what I bought.

Dawn @What's Around the Next Bend? October 8, 2012 at 12:17 am

Funny…I wrote a piece in college about how our shoes reflect our lives.
My professor told me he would never look at a female’s footwear quite the same ever again…
Also funny… with time and money… the more you have available to you, the less you seem to have. (Or at least that’s how it is in my world.)

Justine October 10, 2012 at 12:57 am

I know exactly what you mean. I had more time to write and read blogs when I had a 40-hour work-week than I do now, when I’m staying home with a toddler while the preschooler’s in school. Where does all that time go??

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