Tell us about your favorite pair of shoes, and where they’ve taken you.
Let me introduce you to my beloved collection of shoes – over 100 pairs, each with its own tale to tell. If shoes could talk, mine would have a whimsical, witty dialogue that would make even Cinderella envious. Such is the psychology of my shoes.
Among the army of footwear, one pair holds a special place in my heart. They’re not just shoes; they’re accomplices in my adventures. Walking shoes, they’ve strolled with me through bustling cities, serene parks, and quirky neighborhoods. We’ve traversed miles, making memories step by step, and I’m convinced they’ve developed a sense of humor from all the places they’ve witnessed.
Then there are the dancing shoes – the unsung heroes of countless nights. We’ve tapped, twirled, and two-stepped our way through the dark hours, leaving behind a trail of laughter and rhythm. These shoes have a knack for turning mundane moments into dance floors, proving that life is better when you’re light on your feet.
Some pairs have led me into the intimidating realm of important meetings. Polished and poised, they’ve silently boosted my confidence as I navigated through boardrooms and brainstorm sessions. They’re not just shoes; they’re power tools for the business-minded sole. And, usually, at least 5 inches tall.
Gifted pairs hold a special corner in my shoe haven. Every glance at them brings a smile, a sprinkle of love and kindness embedded in their soles. A few are souvenirs from departed loved ones, their essence lingering with every step. These shoes are more than fashion; they’re heartwarming reminders of the beautiful souls who once walked beside me.
The college relics in my collection are like time capsules for my feet. Remnants of youthful escapades, late-night cram sessions, and the promise of a limitless future. They serve as a visual roadmap, reminding me of where I’ve been and the exciting journey that still awaits.
So, here’s to my ever-growing collection of shoes – a diverse ensemble of stories, laughter, and a touch of nostalgia. As I lace up each pair, I’m not just putting on shoes; I’m stepping into a chapter of my own autobiography, with humor, heart, and a hint of soleful wisdom.
Categories: Culture, death, family, Fashion, identity, mental health, Psychology





“Sole Mates” It’s True i Have A Few
Too Dear Miriam As That Relates to
Dancing With Athletic Shoes All
Through 126 Months So Many
Soles Worn Down Yet New
Birthing As They Wear Down
Public Dance Brings Expanding
Creativity Out of the Meditative
Flow A Free Moving Dance Will Be
Generating FRiEnDS With Gravity Mind
And Body Balancing Soul Whole WHere Soles
Of Athletic Shoes Truly Bring Soul Mate Within
For Real
True The
FRiEnD
WiTHiN
Never Ending
ALiVE AS Humanity
May Literally And Metaphorically
Become A Dance And Song Out of
Mind Out of Time Out of Distance Out of Space
And True Out Of Only A Matter of ‘Things’ Yes
Like These Avatars of Words That Are Actually
No Part of my Physical Being Yet Avatars Birthed As
Dance
And Song
WILL Freely
Upload Soul
From Within With SMiLes..:)
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