Change. Change is good. The story behind the change comes in a wave of additions to my life (more to come on those later). Superficially, the more friends' blogs I read, the more self-conscious I become about mine. Self-esteem meter: need no reminder Mum, to have a little faith in myself. But I have been trying to figure out what I have to say and how that has any business belonging on a blog (the verdict's still out). The new title reflects my adventures (or lack there of) and thoughts as my life continues in New York City. Fear not Father, I know how to spell barefoot. My version is purposely spelled as a play on words with my nickname, Bear (witty? why - thank you). The idea is to bare my fears, frustrations, fortunes and flirtations as time walks on. While I still promise to try something new on a regular basis and stretch beyond my comfort zone, I have a few new intentions for this here writer.
Most notably, to be honest: vulnerability is a good thing and part of the concept behind the title makeover. When barefoot, I am exposed to what lurks on the floor and to people's comments about my weird big-toe. At the same time, when barefoot, I feel most free. I can wiggle my toes. Wherever possible, you will find me sans soles (that is of course, unless I am in my red-soles). I prefer to kick around anywhere that allows with my toes free from shoe, even in the office. The city can be overwhelmingly lonesome. Sometimes admitting feeling scared and vulnerable is harder for me than pretending to be strong. That will change I hope, here.
Being barefoot also requires taking risks. I am a creature of comfort and habit, of routine and control. I only like to be barefoot under my conditions and only when I am in a clean environment. While I hardly promise to go waltzing around the streets in bare feet ruining my pedicure, I vow to be a bit more footloose and fancy free. I will let you in on the best places to get pedi's (one of my favorite indulgences and key to keeping tootsies from getting sore). And I promise to be authentic to myself, without worry of what the polish trend is of the moment.
I will share all of this with you under one condition. I seek experiences not pity. I hope you laugh along when I stub my toe. If I make you tear, I hope you feel as good as I do after a long cry. This is about a bare bear, feet first. Happy reading.
