A wise woman once told me that my destiny was sewn in the soles of my shoes. Tina said that as long as I wear my own, my shoes will lead me to the path that I am meant to take. They will tell me when I need to change into something more comfortable or try a pair a bit more adventurous. They will remind me to stop every once in a while to recognize my blessings in the sheer gift of being able to walk down the street. Regardless of the label, each pair has a purpose. Over the years, they have walked through mud and rain. Some soles may be worn and graffitied with remnants of chewing gum. But they are saturated with memories. They know my story. I have laughed in them, loved in them, and been in pain in them. Tina inspires me to be true to my soul. I am reminded to stay present in the flats that I am walking in today instead of wishing I was wearing the four inch pumps that I was dancing in five years ago. While I may return to those red soled heels in the future, many miles can be traveled between now and then and many dance floors await to be danced on. Every sole has a story and I hope to embrace each step, pausing to laugh when I trip and cry when I stumble. Either way, I will pick myself up and keep going. Tina, from one sole sister to another, thank you for reminding me to fill my own shoes.
