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Glitches

~ Emma ~ Leave a comment

There is a glitch with my iPhone and my Mom’s iPhone. We are green and no longer blue when we text each other. With everyone else who has an iPhone we are blue, but the two of us…we are now green. 

Lots of explanations for this the sweet guy at Fido said. He and a lovely other guy took a lot of time fussing with all sorts of settings, trying different things to get us back to blue. Two very smart, tech savvy guys and two iPhones, now green instead of blue.

I Googled this before going to Fido and tried endless things yesterday with no luck. It happened at around 2:30pm. I watched it happen. One minute we are blue then the next, boom, green. 

If you have an iPhone then you understand the slight stress here. Just slight. A mystery, what just happened? Why are we green and not blue? Three seconds ago we were blue. My Mom and I texting back and forth our attention now locked in on this “issue” that’s come into our lives. Green and not blue. It’s actually ridiculous thinking that this is a problem. It’s not a problem, just a minor annoyance because things are not like they used to be. 

I secretly think Steve Jobs had this in mind. To screw with everyone. Just continually keep pissing people off even from his grave. Software updates throwing us off every couple months, imposing upon us new things to learn and adapt to, how dare he! Messing with our emotions. No thing or person or device will be in control of my emotions. I will handle this in the way that I’m sure Steve would want me to. And that is, to search high and low, talk to everybody, ask all the bots, Google, to find an answer as to how I can get me and my Mom back to BLUE! 

My first stop was the Fido store where I got my phone. I love the guys there. They are so kind and knowledgeable and helpful, the employees at this specific Fido store on Davie street are just next level. I won’t go anywhere else (except the Apple store if necessary, which in this case it was, I’ll get to that next). And the conclusion that we came to after trying all sorts of things was, that, this is just a system glitch and we would need to wait for the next software update whenever that may be, another mystery, in order for things to reset. Or, he said, to try a factory reset but backup everything first and see if that fixes it. 

“Factory reset” two terms that really scare the crap out of me. I love my phone factory. My factory is very special. If I need to wipe it and my Mom’s I just, I’m just, not prepared for this level of panic today. I can’t afford to lose anything else at this point. Reset my factory? I’d rather have a root canal. Two. Being green is enough stress for today. I’ll happily stay green, just don’t touch my Factory.

So, with that information, I bust down to the beautiful glass encased Apple store that beams with white calming light at the corner of Howe and Georgia street. When you walk towards the store, there are lovely concrete steps outside leading you towards the big glass revolving doors. It’s got this heaven like feel as you approach it. I wonder if Steve had that in mind too when he saw the actual stores infrastructure in his mind. Probably. Maybe he thinks or thought he was God? Or maybe he wasn’t involved in this aspect at all. It doesn’t matter really. Don’t even get me started on the staircase that leads from the Sales floor up to the second floor where the “Fixers” are. It’s like the second your foot touches the first step of this staircase, the ability to overthink gets wiped from your Universe, the ability to think period, becomes a challenge. You just start feeling and imagining, and everything else goes quiet as you take each step. Exactly what the Apple Gods envisioned I think.

And when you’re inside Apple it’s like another planet where people speak a different language and they know how to bring a sense of calm back to your world just with their smiles and attitude of “we can fix this, no problem,”  it’s like you know that, all your life’s problems will be taken care of in here and the second you leave the store, the world and your life will be righted and a lot brighter somehow. 

My phone is like my kid. I don’t have any actual human children so I use devices and animals as my kids and when something is up with one of them, they’re green instead of blue, holy hell I’m going to use every inch and ounce of my healing power, my wisdom, my ruthlessness to nurse my baby back into action. We all have glitches and it’s the kindness of other people and our own willingness to breathe love and compassion into our experience of these glitches, ours and other people’s, that makes life so beautiful.

As I walked to Apple though, I thought how non big of a deal this is. We are green now when we used to be blue. There is absolutely no difference or change in anything else, just the colour of our text bubbles and it doesn’t mean that anything is wrong. We are communicating just fine now in green as we always did when we were blue. But something is different now and it’s up to us to choose how we handle this glitch for however long it decides to stay in our lives, staring at us every day. 

I kept thinking, maybe we’re not supposed to be blue anymore, we are being set apart just the two of us for some reason and that maybe this means something else? The Universe sending us a message (in green not blue obviously) and that, according to my last post about mystery, that, we should start paddling towards it, accept it, believe in it, and not search so hard to solve it when it’s not causing us harm or changing anything in our lives for the worse. Maybe this mystery is supposed to sit there with us and it will resolve when it’s supposed to and I shouldn’t be running around to Fido and Apple asking questions and searching to get back to blue. Except my curiosity gets peaked with technology and I love learning things about my phone, my kid, so, I still wanted to do a bit of investigation because it was, odd, that it is just us and with everyone else we are blue. The Fido guys were at a loss, and they know, A LOT. So, a trip to Apple was important for my brain. 

I am currently sitting in my hallway typing this in my Notes because I had this blog post in my head all day going from store to store and it was busting out through my ears and nose, so I’m sitting here on my rug with my jacket and boots still on typing away. When this happens, when stuff swirls in my mind I have to stop everything that I am doing, sit down, cross my legs, breathe and let it rip. I’m grateful I’m not holding a pen and a notebook right now and that my wonderful phone has this writing feature. There should be more writing features, for people who, like to write and type, a lot. I bet there are, I just haven’t discovered them yet. I should have asked the Apple guys, oh well, doesn’t matter really, the Notes app is great and works just fine. 

The consensus, after much prodding and three different geniuses thinking and fussing with both of our phones was, that I needed to make an appointment and come back in a day or two, they were not about to give up, and it was almost closing time. I scheduled a time to return in two days and for now, we remain green. Will we revert back to blue ever again? Who knows but they reassured me that this has happened before and that they are certain that in two days me and my Mom, will be back to blue. 

I had an inkling that this is what they would say and I was prepared for it and my Mom will be ok too, we are resilient the two of us. Just bring it on. But just like any glitch that throws your system slightly off kilter and remains a mystery, how you choose to understand it and allow it to affect you is what matters. Steve knew what he was doing, taking over the emotional health of the world. Nah. You’re always in charge of your own internal mess, chaos, calm and beauty, it would be nice though, if Apple dished out less glitches. I guess I could surrender my iPhone for an Android, but, I’m very loyal, and there’s glitches with anything, so I’ll stick with this kid, she’s been a blessing so far, glitches and all. 

Welcoming her glitches and loving them and learning from them, enhancing my mental attitude, maybe that’s what Steve had in mind. I do believe the Universe threw this glitch at us for a reason. The timing is comical. Here’s something else you sweet resilient souls, will you let it burn or let it dissolve? I’m ok with being green. I’ve always felt more green than blue anyway. I love green. Kermit the Frog would argue with me however, as he says, “It’s not easy being green.”

I’m coming to like them, these glitches. Forcing me to orient my thoughts and feelings and even a little bit faster too. And the more glitches that happen, the better.

Thanks Apple and thanks Steve! Keep the glitches coming, watch me love them, welcome them. I am fireproof. And so is my Mom and so are YOU. You can handle it all and more and the more that comes at you, glitches here and there, don’t lose sight of the bigger picture. Does. This. Actually. Matter? No. 

What mattered today and what will always matter is the great conversation and funny discussion I had at the Fido store with two very nice and amusing guys. We even gave each other a high five before I left the store. (Initiated by me of course, I thought hugging it out might be a bit much, but, I thought about it). 

What matters is the warm, kind, patient, honest, determined and friendly humans at Apple who just want to make your experience with your phone and thus your life, better.

I have shelter, food, running water, a bed to sleep in, clean air, sturdy healthy legs to get me from A to B, healthcare, my eyesight, safety, and love. I am grateful for these and never take them for granted.

What matters is that my Mom is here, I am here, and we can text each other any day, any time, from anywhere, whether we are blue or green, makes no lick of a difference. 

Happy Glitching! 

(Ok time to get off the floor)

I Don’t Know, It’s a Mystery

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“I realized for the first time in my life: there is nothing but mystery in the world, how it hides behind the fabric of our poor, browbeat days, shining brightly, and we don’t even know it.” – Sue Monk Kidd

You know those days where you finally stumble upon some answers? Not a lot, but just enough to make you go, “ahhhh, and there it is.” Answers to questions you have been searching and hoping for a little too tirelessly for a while now. The days where all of a sudden it clicks. I have had days lately where a lot of things were not making sense. Pondering over meanings of certain events, actions, people, interpreting certain signs, (maybe misinterpreting them?)

I love signs. And over the course of two days the Universe was screaming at me. Sign after sign after sign. The frequency was wild, I almost lost my hearing. I even had a moment where I said out loud to myself, with a chuckle and a smile, “Ok! Ok, ok, ok, I got it, I hear you, thanks guys!”

There is so much mystery around us, but inside it there always sits a plan that I think we should find comfort in trusting, even when it is far from obvious. The signs are there because there is a bigger plan. An important purpose for the confusion. A reason for the unreasonable. A method to the madness. Like that Polonius guy said in Hamlet, “Though this be madness, yet there is method in’t.” That has to be one of the best lines (maybe a close second to this one: “What if there is no tomorrow? There wasn’t one today!”).

There is a lesson in the agony of the unknown and incomprehensible. When we seek answers in places that used to be reliable and dependable sources of wisdom, which now seem to be failing us, and when we look to familiar voices or thoughts in an effort to gain insight and for some reason that wisdom just isn’t following, I think there is a lot to learn from this. There is friction now in that search to solve the mystery for a reason. Looking for a sense of sureness that isn’t supposed to be there yet. “Be still and know.” Glennon Doyle says, “StopMovingStopTalkingStopSearchingStopPanickingStopFlailing. If you just stop doing, you’ll start knowing.”

It’s good to talk things out, find different ways to make sense of something. It’s great to ask others and get opinions and to analyze scenarios and outcomes. But sometimes in doing that, we can lose sight, get lost and be taken away from the very brutal fact that mystery will always be there in varying degrees and solving one mystery just frees up space for more. And when you invite someone else in to help solve the mystery, search the internet, or read books by experts, in my experience recently, it makes the mystery into something bigger than it needs to be and it turns mystery into a quest.  

Don’t go searching. When there’s a jolt of mystery in my life and I want it to dissolve to reveal what’s under the surface, my new stance and developed sense tells me to allow it and don’t seek to dissolve it. It has evolved and gotten stronger and more complex for a reason. Like a huge wave building. You’re sitting on your surf board watching this behemoth arrive, bigger and bigger, growing and growing, showing you it’s face, prepping you to start paddling, the anticipation increasing to next level fear, and you’re watching very carefully the timing of each inch of growth of this wave.

Watching the mystery grow. Something about that makes me feel thrilled but also uneasy. Letting it build without resistance. Getting excited for its peak when you know that once that wave gets closer and you get to stand up, ride it, feel the height of where it’s taking you, the sprays of water pelting on your face, the motions you need to adapt to, forcing your muscles to do their thing, just the two of you, the wave and you, dancing in that domination and submissive tango, that incredible speed at which the wave is now, in many ways, directing your destiny.

Surfing is a wonderful feeling. Riding waves is an experience worth having. If you have ever surfed a decent sized wave, you know what I am talking about. Just watching surfers as they descend down the pipe can take you to similar places just from standing on the shore. Watching what happens to both surfer and wave as they connect. It’s beautiful.

Riding that wave of mystery however big it is and for however long it lasts, you do eventually reach the shore and the mystery somehow does completely dissolve as if it never existed in the first place. Solving the mystery only comes from our own action or inaction, our choices and our own “knowing” deep inside ourselves, as well as, and maybe most importantly, trusting in something bigger.

I love that waves are never exactly the same and one moment they are enormous and then the next, they don’t exist. Getting to see one, ride one, enjoy one, feel exhilarated as a result of one and then all of a sudden poof it’s gone, like you never touched it and it never touched you, but the memory of those few seconds did something miraculous. The mystery was very alive and then it vanished because of what you did or did not do, what you thought, believed and what you trusted within yourself.  

What I loved about surfing too was that you knew that as you were paddling out, the next wave and that next ride, wasn’t going to be the same as the last one. That darn addicting mystery. How is this wave going to feel, am I going to feel less or more of what I just felt? I could sit all day on my board just out there watching the waves, listening, feeling, legs dangling in the water, board in between my legs just letting the waves pass and pass without riding any of them. Sitting there watching everyone else ride and have the time of their lives. There was always something peaceful about doing that. Sitting and waiting. Watching. Just breathing slowly and calmly with the ocean, me and my board, taking my time and not rushing into every wave that came at me. Making calculations. Evaluating the mystery in each kind of wave in an effort to understand how they function, build, swell, barrel, their shoulders, where their rip current is, the closeouts.

What each wave gives you is never exactly the same. So, appreciating the novelty and uniqueness of each one and how similar yet very different they can be in the way they make you feel when riding them, is I think a big part of the thrill of doing it and participating in the mystery of the ocean. The variety of feels and how each wave moves even though they are of the same force, same element, and once you’re up on that board it’s you and only you, who get to choose how you ride it.

I think we are drawn to mysterious and unpredictable things and situations sometimes. Good and not so good things happen as a result of that. Maybe there’s two or three types of people in this regard. Ones that need to know, plan, foresee and stay comfortable in the familiar and routine and predictable. Then there are the ones that enjoy the not knowing, wondering, the fact that nothing about what they are doing or where they’re going can be controlled and they’re not interested in controlling it, outcomes are not easily foreseen, and they have absolutely no idea what is coming next nor feel the desire to plan ahead for it. The third kind being someone who sits happily in between both of these. I think that’s where I might sit, fluctuating between the two in an effort to find balance.  

Not having any direction or understanding where it is that you are going, on occasion, is actually in a way having some direction don’t you think? Does that make sense? Maybe not. “I have direction. My direction is a mystery.”

“Having direction” is a saying that perplexes me a bit. Can we actually have this? “I have good direction” she said. What does she mean by this? That there is less mystery in her life? She’s actively controlling and trying to minimize mystery? She’s focused on staying on a certain path only? Is someone guiding her telling her which way to go?

The Dictionary defines mystery as “something that is difficult or impossible to understand or explain.” She probably means that she understands where she wants to go and how to get there and why. But you can have a great sense of direction but also be flooded with things that are difficult or impossible to understand or explain.

You know how to surf, how to paddle out, time it perfectly, when to pop up, how to guide the board and bend your knees and how to do this dance, but, what that wave is going to do once you’re actually riding it…total mystery! Why is that so appealing? Maybe because it encourages rapid fire adapting to the conditions just like any fast-moving sport, and we want to feel like we’re killin’ it? I’m going to fire myself out there and ride that sucker and hope for the best. What is hoping for the best? The best feeling, the richest dopamine and adrenaline rush, the smoothest, most perfect ride? Hoping I don’t fall on my face? What the “best” is, obviously is individual. For me, the best outcome of surfing a wave is that there is no best outcome. The art of doing it, is the best outcome. If I bail, amazing. If I rip it, amazing. If I sit there and watch it and don’t do a damn thing, amazing.

Surrendering to the “not knowing” and what the exact outcome will be once you’re out there, alone in the ocean, no one but you, board, water, current, weather and energy, is uncertain. But in fourteen seconds I am going to know, if I decide to. Learning to surf and honing this skill, understanding waves and the ocean, is an education so much more than learning just a sport and a lifestyle. It’s really fun and exciting and requires a lot of strength and stamina, but what it does to your mind and spirit, I’m not sure many other sports on Earth do the same thing.

Waves usually have a good goal, to bring you to shore. To take you in the direction you are looking towards. There’s no mystery there. I think that, until we decide to paddle out towards them without fear, welcoming them and what is to be found there, we lose out on the gifts that surrendering affords us. The waves and the mystery of them, are the answers themselves.   

When we accept, trust, love and welcome the unknown into our lives we are paddling harder towards a bigger truth and following a more vibrant path. The wave that seems way too big to even paddle for, isn’t. It’s been created just for you. The size is just right. The speed is perfect. The amount of mystery it’s holding is the correct amount. Trust it. And trust that you can ride this wave and you can rip down that pipe and still come out alive (and then get completely addicted to that feeling and never stop doing it).

I used to be a wave addict. Even watching them would get me high. But really surfing one, that rush, what a mysterious feeling, I’ve never been able to replicate that. There is an energy between you and the ocean that you just cannot get anywhere else.

Every mysterious event, coincidental occurrence and unexplainable situation is, I believe, a message. Some stronger than others. Waving at that message and excitedly paddling towards it, watch what happens. You can always stop paddling once you get closer to it, re evaluate, sit, wait, let this wave roll under you, then as the next one appears make a new call. But always keep paddling in that direction signaling to the ocean that you’re on board, literally. Expressing the cohesion.

Each wave will take you on a great ride. There will be more clarity in front of you because you paddled out. Things will make more sense. You are on top of the mystery, guiding it as it is guiding you. Both going to the same place. The mystery wants you to give it all you got in all forms of belief and trust. It is not your foe but a friend sent to help guide you. And you are allowed to take comfort in knowing that no matter how big and intimidating it is right now, it won’t be this big forever.

When we allow the Universe to take care of us, it gives us leverage to create something wonderful. Trusting in signs, messages and in the confusions, can take you from feeling directionless and throw you smack dab into a place where meaning and importance for what you are here to do and be, is more obvious. Trust is so powerful. Belief and optimism are like elixirs that if you consistently drink them, they keep you hydrated in the most valuable ways.

Whatever you’re thinking right now reading this, it’s valid and there’s truth to it. This post today is your sign. Go with it!

When we fully let go, breathe and let the wave of mystery penetrate our vibrational forces, befriending it, we can find more beauty and more significance in the life we are trying our best to live. We begin to connect more deeply to a higher purpose. 

The Price of Shoes

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Buying new shoes, especially ones that really fit, can change a lot of things. And when I say “fit” I don’t mean like, “Oh these are so much comfier than my other ones!” I mean, they fit on a level that change how you exist and think. Your muscles, bones, ligaments, energy, it’s just different, more aligned, springier, more youthful. A new pair of shoes doesn’t just add pop to your wardrobe, they can add years to your life. Enhancing the way you walk, the way your bones feel, how your muscles work. These shoes help to release tension you didn’t know you were carrying.

Shoes like this, you need to pay real money for. When you consistently buy cheapo shoes or the less expensive ones and you love them, and they do the job ok, but after a short time your body begins to ache, and the colour starts to fade faster, they start wearing out and they wear you out in the process. Until you step into a new pair of quality shoes, with proper support, and shoes that just know how to give you all that you’re supposed to have in order to walk this Earth in the best possible way, you sort of never really appreciate what this kind of purchase and investment can provide.

I have small feet, so I’m always shopping for Kids shoes, and it’s great because I love getting fun floral, pink patterned, sparkly shoes and kids shoes are great! Less expensive too. I think it’s sort of fun being able to wear kids shoes, but, they’re never what I really need out of a shoe. I’m settling and not making the investment on myself to go for the really good ones, the ones I know that I should be wearing, that are really meant for my feet, that will support me in all the ways I need in order to get the maximum out of every single step that I take.

When my old pair of shoes wear out and I just can’t suck any more wear out of them, I have a little bit of sadness. I think about all the places I went with them and the places they took me, the journey that those steps in those shoes created. And even though they’re just shoes, it’s the same kind of thing we feel I think with a favourite sweater, or a shirt or a piece of jewelry, or a hat. Comfort, memory, sameness. I think shoes are a lot different than putting on a favourite cozy hoodie though.

Shoes impact and influence your soul energy. The way we walk and present ourselves is so largely influenced by how our body, muscles and bones work and feel. A good pair of shoes can help to relieve so many physical ailments which can then directly impact our mental ones. A new pair of shoes, just like a new set of thoughts, can change our entire mental game. That’s why, stepping into a new pair of shoes can feel like, your life has just changed. “My hips feel less tight. I’m standing up straighter. My knees don’t ache as much now when I walk for long periods. My existence has improved”. Just from two pieces of footwear. You never really think about the impact that this has until you’ve been aching for a long time, feeling misaligned, choosing the wrong pair, after the wrong pair, body getting more and more tired, needing to work harder and harder to work optimally. And then Boom, one single step in a new pair of shoes and the life you were living before, is in the past. You’re like a new person. A different feeling, moving, breathing person.

Someone I love just got a new pair of shoes recently and this is what has inspired this post today. And I know there are people reading this right now who are thinking, “What’s on my feet?”. I never realized the importance of investing and paying more money for shoes until I did it. Took a leap. Saw and felt what life could be like in one of “those” pairs of shoes. And paying for a new pair like that, you also sort of know that they’re going to be with you for a long time. Even on the days where you wear your other shoes, and these new ones stay in the closet, they’re still there waiting for you to step right back into them and feel that difference. Feel the way life is different when you walk in them.

New shoes even bring you closer to where you’re supposed to go. Because your energy is different in these shoes, it’s more revved up, vitalized on a whole new level, fresh and buzzing, and with that energy you have much better direction. All because of shoes. A much better understanding of where you’re supposed to go, because you’ve got the right support. Your bones, muscles, mind, blood flow, aura, it’s all in a better place because of these shoes, and so naturally, these shoes just compliment your understanding of your existence better and how you’re supposed to be living, purely by giving you what you didn’t realize you needed to live better.

Things get clearer when you wear the right shoes. Clarity on how life is supposed to feel. It takes time to find that right pair though. And lately when I find the good ones that might be a bit pricier, I buy two of the same. Spend that money. Go big on this, keep investing in the exact same pair. Keep it consistent, and simple. Don’t look anywhere else, because these shoes know what you need and they’ll keep giving it and giving it and giving it. Having lots of different pairs of shoes that feel different on your feet and make you walk differently, feel differently, these misalignments add up. The tensions build, muscles get used to working inefficiently and things start to wear and break down.

I end up buying new shoes (but not the RIGHT ones) every year or six months. I walk A LOT. Walking is my life. I take so many steps and the shoes I’m in, I just know aren’t serving me in the ways that my body needs. So, that’s it. No more. I am frugal and don’t spend money on “things” very often. You can’t be frugal with shoes. These are not “things”. And you can’t be frugal with your heart either. Investing in that good pair of shoes, buying two or three of the same ones, is going to guarantee that you’re walking with the right stuff happening. Just like investing in a person. It’s risky at first because you don’t know how far this pair will be able to take you. If it’s the perfect pair, invest, invest, invest, buy nine pairs of the exact same one so you never have to take one step on this Earth without them on your feet. But how do you know if they are the perfect pair? Just try them on.

But like all things in life, shoes do wear out. But if you can afford it, financially and emotionally to keep making the investment and sticking with the same pair, the one that keeps you aligned, relaxed in your bones, joyful in your thoughts, fired up in your vibrations, then it’s worth spending that money and spending the emotions, creating a savings account JUST for these shoes, so you know when they get a little worn down, you’ve got the juice in the tank, saved up to get more of that same shoe in a fresher way.

That same pair can be with you forever. Sure, there’s lots of amazing feeling shoes out there, that are going to strike up good feelings all over your body. Comfort is found in many ways and even the less expensive pairs of shoes can give comfort, and having many different pairs of very expensive comfortable shoes can be nice too. But, in my opinion, there will always be that one pair. That one pair out of all the other expensive and supportive ones, that you’ll still want to choose because there’s just something different that when you wear them, you are the most authentic you, and you feel safest in this pair over all the others. You trust this pair. The others are worth the investment too. But this pair just fits, not physically with it just being the right size and shape, but, this pair fits because you’re a better person wearing these ones.

Settle for thrift store T-shirts. Dollar store socks and pants. But shoes, if you can and have the means, don’t mess around with this. What goes on your feet, the shoes that you decide to step into, directly influence your energy, thoughts and decisions. Find that amazing pair that you can’t live without. And never stop wearing them. Let them guide you to the places you’re supposed to go. Let these shoes into your life, they’re sitting on the shelf just waiting for you to come get them. And once you have them, throw out all the old shoes that are widening the cracks on your heart and your soul, they aren’t serving you. You deserve to float through life with happy feet.

Clearing away the shoes you’ve worn out, the ones that don’t give to you anymore in the ways that you’re supposed to receive for proper alignment, throwing out that pile of different shoes you’re holding onto because they’re still a bit comfy and you wore them for so long, here and there, and they are still pretty cute and they still “work”, and they’re convenient and easy, is only wearing you down. Level up and toss those suckers. Keep investing in the good pair. Over and over and over.

They say “eyes are the window to the soul”. With that in mind, I think that “shoes are a bridge to another life”. Trying them on, taking a few new steps, walking differently, you’ll be amazed at the bridges that start to emerge where they never were before. Helping you to overcome and walk above the dirty waters, getting over the influences, instead of staying under them. Deciding to wear these shoes is all within your power. Just the act of picking them up off the shelf, choosing this pair, will start the bridge construction process. Continuing to walk in them day after day, will get you closer to that really big bridge that you need to walk across that you have been avoiding. The one that has alligators living below it. You know these shoes can get you over that bridge. You’ve invested, you took that leap, they’re on your feet. Start walking and don’t look back.

This amazing pair of shoes, they aren’t another person, or a thing, or an event. This perfect pair of shoes, the ones that are meant for your feet that keep you walking in a straight line when you’re almost on the verge of diversion, this perfect pair of shoes that still stays clean when you’re swamp walking, this perfect pair of shoes that you spent all your savings on because of the value they bring, this perfect pair of shoes that know how to restore your physical, mental and spiritual self, this perfect pair of shoes…is you.

Happy Ambulation Everyone.