Life in a box... shoes

These shoes I have on are ragged

and torn, they have holes in them, they are dirty, and worn in like none I’ve ever owned.

They may just look like shoes to you but they are so much more than that to me. They carry memories with me wherever I wear them. I’ve had these shoes since September 2017. These shoes have been with me through hospitals, rehab, divorce, raising my kids, putting my dog to sleep, dinners, movies, dates, dog parks, doctors visits, recovery meetings, church, single parent groups, job loss, new adventures, and damn near everything I’ve gone through in the last 3 years. Which has been a lot, and much more than the normal person.

These are the best shoes I’ve ever owned, they will always be my favorite shoes. I don’t care they have holes in them because they don’t care that I’ve got scars on me. They are the most comfortable pair of shoes I own as well, and I own 35 pairs or more. I hate that they have holes but it just means that I’ve worn them. It’s kind of like a metaphor for my life I guess, because I’ve got holes in me figuratively speaking.

It’s trivial how a pair of sneakers can mean so much to me, maybe it’s just the connection I have to them and the fact that they are the ones that I think about first when it comes to wearing shoes on a given day. There has been times I’ve wanted to wear them to a place or function but I don’t really want anyone seeing my socks sticking out from the toes. I honestly don’t think I’ll ever get rid of them because they mean to much to me. I’ll probably have my kids bury me in them just so I know I’ll have them when I need them in the afterlife!

So, cheers to you and your favorite shoes too.