Daily Prompts’ These Boots Were Made for Walking

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Tell us about your favorite pair of shoes, and where they’ve taken you.

Photographers, artists, poets: show us WALK.

In days gone by I liked those wooden heels with the big, thick soles.shoes, wood I was always a short gal so these made me a tad taller and guys didn’t have to lean so far down to kiss me.:)

They were worn through driver’s training, dating days, and to school.

When I had my first child I was on the run so much. No more parties, no more dating. I needed a comfy pair of shoes.red keds Keds, yes the most comfy shoes of all. I wore them everywhere but dress-up occasions.

I realized one day that I needed to look more like a married woman instead of a running mommy, so I upgraded myself.penny loafers The infamous penny loafer. Able to carry a dime for emergency phone booths.

I always dressed for comfort. Plenty of walking and chasing kids, grocery shopping and going to parks.

I never was into high beauty. I have always pretty much been just me. You would never catch me in glittery spiked heals.glitter shoes

Even when I got married, I wore the traditional white heels but after saying I Do, and slapping some cake in my new husband’s face; I was also slipping those beauties off under the table.DavidTutera-Black

I had one pair of sexy night-time shoes for my husband. I pranced around the room in my pretty teddy and fancy shoes and it turned out to be a flat night. I never planned on crap like that again for me.teddy

After the marriage fell apart, I looked into a different career. I was still Mom but I needed a job and a paycheck. I went into nursing. For years I wore the basic white nursing shoes. Built for comfort and long-wearing.nurse shoes

Now that I am older, my feet suffer from my Diabetes. I don’t have a boyfriend so don’t have any reason to own beautiful shoes.

I don’t go out much except to see nurses. I have bought some in style cutie pie shoes but oh they kill my feet. So today you will see me in flip-flops here at home or a good NB shoe for walking.NB

I guess when it comes right down to it my shoes pretty much tell what I am all about. Simple, enduring, hard-working and comfortable in my shoes.

Walking The Boardwalk

I am sitting here wishing it were Spring. Wishing I could shove those windows up and let in the fresh air. Hoping I could get out and take a walk.


As I sit here I am looking down at my shoes I am wearing. I have taken to wearing shoes this past week. They seem to help my injured feet. Having Diabetic Neuropathy in your feet is a terrible thing. I can’t walk long. I wish that I did not live here after all in Indiana.


My kids are here but other than that, my feet hate the cold weather. My feet sense the cold floor and become burning torches. I am such a barefoot or sock and slipper woman who shoes are definitely not in my comfort zone as of yet.


When I was gazing at my shoes I went back in time. Back to when I first became divorced from my last husband. Anyone that wanted a divorce as much as I did will understand this next part.


The first morning I awoke alone in my own place, I was up and showered and dressed by 5am. I left my home when I wished and went straight to the grocery store. I found so much delight in buying my very own groceries. I loved putting them a way in my very own cupboards.


Soon after I was easily adjusted to my living arrangements I discovered there was a boardwalk within walking distance of my home. I was out of shape and the only shoes I had to wear were my nursing shoes.


I didn’t want to wear something that was worn and white so I went to a store and bought my very own pair of walking shoes. This was five and a half years ago. I still have them and still wear them. I don’t wear shoes out too quickly.


English: River Brant Footbridge Walking in a w...


I purchased my first headphones and CD player. My special friend, my camera, and headphones and my new shoes took off for a new chapter in my life. I loved it. It was freedom. A peaceful freedom where I was not intimidated by yelling or hitting.


Birds are what I heard. Squirrels darting from branch to branch. Greenery so lush I could get lost in it. At first I walked a mile in total. Within no time at all I moved up to five miles a day. I loved getting off of work and heading for the trail. It was my sanctuary, my heaven, my haven.


I kept up this routine for a few months. It was cut short by my Dad finding out he had Cancer. From that moment forth life has been a whirl wind of adventure. I took him to doctor appointments, gave him shots and medications. I listened to him. I kept him company. I part of me died when he did. I have never found that part that died. I think it was buried with him on that painful day.


Within a week later I was caring for Al, my brother. As you know this continues even today. I look at my shoes and I can smile. God knew I needed a bit of respite care. He knew that I would be in for the ride of my life. He allowed me to get in touch with myself and taste another side of me.


Today life is quiet yet hectic at times. There are days I cry out to my friends when I am  hurting. There are days when I do smile. There are even more days I go back in time and remember the wonderful times my new shoes, camera, and headphones spent hours in the woods walking the Boardwalk.