When The Shoe Fits

One could argue:

• Happy wife, happy husband.
• Happiness is to be found in being, not in having.
• There is only one happiness in life, to love and be loved.
• Happiness is a warm blanket. (Yes Linus, we get it.)
• Happiness is a warm gun. (Hahaha, not really but Mr. Lennon popped into my head.)

I argue that happiness is a comfortable shoe! Seriously, how many of you are nodding your heads right now, “Ah, yes,” you say, “comfortable shoes, such happiness.” But the thing is, when my feet are happy, I am happy. And it is the shoe that maketh the foot. Right? Isn’t that the saying I am going for here?

I discovered the happiness of comfortable shoes when I was in high school. I had been having some trouble with my right foot and went shoe shopping. I was attempting to solve the trouble so my shoe goals were not the usual teenage girl shoe goals. What I discovered was a comfortable shoe! And happy feet! That became my mantra, Happy Feet! (This was the late 70’s, no dancing penguins had hit the big screen yet.)

Since then I have continued to be a slave to my feet. I dress from the foot up. I buy outfits depending on whether or not my feet will be able to fit the look! I gaze longingly at styles and shoes that look so great on others. And then I remember my feet. And I bow to my mantra, Happy Feet! As long as I keep it in mind, I know I’ll be fine.

Happiness is a comfortable shoe. I live by it. And based on the number of people who ask me where I get my comfortable shoes. Or what kind of shoe is that latest comfy shoe I am wearing, I would say I’m not alone. We ask a lot of our feet and this is the least we can give back to them.