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Sunday

Shoe Personality of the Week: 10/12


Low key.

Mood of the week.

That's what I want to be, or maybe what I feel I need to be this week. A lot of different concepts are feeling prominent and I don't want to give the front room to any of them. Sometimes we can choose when to go into a state of reflection and other times reflection is standing before us like that mirrored image but you can't, for the life of you, find the glass [to shatter].

Beneath the surface, there's typically some molten lava-like bubbling taking place, as I try to sort through my world and my feelings about it. I'm searching for what works and what doesn't, what and who to keep and what and who to let go. I'm constantly seeking to elevate but I want to do it at my own pace. Sometimes, there's another plan that's been set in motion and I have no recollection of pushing the red button that usually signals "ON" or "START." Like a child, I drag my heels in resistance, trying to find "RESET" so things can get back on my program. I guess, ultimately, the program is mine. I'm responsible for the people, places, and things in my life that exist to guide me to my next best self. Some of those people, places, and things provide soft landings, while others are only providing ledges to push me over--with greater confidence in my ability to land like a cat than I've got in my self. They seem to know better than I do, but in the end, I have to look back at me. They are here because I allow them to be, because I know I need what they provide and am incapable of forcing those lessons upon myself. I believe that we are provided everything that we need in this life, including those who come to guide us like an instruction manual on how to make the best use of our personal gifts. That doesn't mean it's easy. It rarely is.

Between personal reflections and calls to action, there is the celebration of life and death. Loving farewell to Mrs. Joan and a hearty welcome to Baby Zuri Nikei Green. People around me are being carved from their jobs, the same job I hold and with the same passion, like so much meat at Thanksgiving. It's bittersweet that I get to continue in this. It's bittersweet that as one life ends another begins. Things may not be what we want them to be, but they are as they should be. While this concept shouts in my face through a bullhorn, I'm going to do this all in the style I've been given directly from my father--I'm going to be cool and try to ride under the radar for a minute until I can get my head right or wrapped around some of these bigger concepts that are all but begging me to write a mission statement and get busy. I'm human, and don't profess to have the answers, but I do travel with a good ear and a magnifying glass, hoping to sneak up on them.

And as cool and calm as these shoes make me feel, I'm almost positive that they don't come in women's sizes (Wood?)...much a like a lot of the things I want...

Watch me move.

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