Despite my obsession with shoes, I am as equally obsessed with the complete lack of them.
Being barefoot makes me feel grounded, rooted to earth, free of restrictions. It means I get to feel the grass tickle my feet, to flirt with the sand between my toes, and feel the waves brushing off the shore. It means I get to feel the real essence of the place my feet are touching.
In a bigger sense, it’s a deeper exhilaration of unchained thoughts; it’s synonymous with throwing off the handcuffs of being what I “should” be. It’s all about stripping my mind from what the society expects me to think, believe, and act upon.
My blog here is as barefoot as I feel when I put the crazy pace behind me, take a breather, try to put my Obsessive Compulsive Disorder (OCD) tendencies to rest, and bring my sanity back in check. I hope you enjoy getting your thoughts tickled as you get into my barefoot world.
We forbid ourselves from just being. We don’t leave ourselves in peace. And when we meet people who seem to be really living and enjoying themselves – like kids do – we accuse them of being careless and start labeling them as “carefree,” as if that were a negative way of being.”