What can you do when you live in a shoe?

shoe-68769_640Lately I haven’t been able to shake the feeling that time is flying by too fast. I blink and I’ve lost months, they’re just gone with no real sense that I’ve accomplished anything. It makes me a little nervous. It’s not like I have this constant feeling of impending doom lingering like a cloud over my head; it’s more just a pressure to do more. Live more. Prove that I am capable of more than ‘existing’.  Fight for something. Learn. Experience. Make memories.

FYI, you don’t need to be in an exotic locale or spend obscene amounts of money to create them.

To Make Memories
A recipe

1 or more people that make you happy.
A dash of anti-comfort zone dust.
A heaping cup of Present in the Moment

Mix the people you love with a sprinkle of anti-comfort zone dust. Carefully separate all the doubt and worries that come with the responsibilities of life. These will make your mixture too heavy and your memory won’t bake properly.  Add in as much Present in the Moment as it will hold.

Voila! Tell me how it turns out tomorrow. ;)

Now, traditionally, Beth has been a rather secluded individual. She set up a fence at the boundaries of her comfort zone and very rarely tried to even look past it, let alone vault over the fence and take steps into the wild unknown. (Where, by the way, the anti-comfort zone dust happens to be.) She managed to maintain her barricade, in its perfect pristine condition for many many years. She hung up some pictures, planted some flowers, painted it once in a while and made it a nice cozy little enclosure.

But that’s the thing about putting up walls, or even pretty little white picket fences – one day you wake up and realize that you’ve been trapped and didn’t even know it. (Or maybe you knew it all along and just didn’t want to admit it.)


So I’ve been beating the crap out of the boundaries of my comfort zone lately. My fence isn’t pretty anymore; it’s got some serious scuff marks, indentations and in a few spots there isn’t really enough of it left to call it a fence. It’s more of a marker of where I’ve been, and where I have yet to go.

I’m not sure it ever really gets any easier to leave; There is a good chance that I’ll be giving myself pep talks every time I walk up to it for the remainder of my life. The good news is that I KNOW I can get past it and in the process I’ve managed to harvest a whopping amount of anti-comfort zone dust, which I look forward to mixing into my future memories.

When was the last time you left your cage behind? Have you been living in the moment or looking too far into the future… or the past?

Maybe you think the things you want are too hard or too much of a risk. Maybe you’ve traveled down that path before and you didn’t like where you ended up. You’re faced with challenges, I know you are. We all are. We have to choose which ones to fight through and which ones to walk away from. We have to pick ourselves up each and every time we fail and somehow find a way to convince ourselves to do it again.

Insanity is often defined as repeating the same thing over and over and expecting different results. I used to believe that this was true, and clearly, because I am terrible at giving up on things even when the last 15 times it ended miserably, I must be crazy. But then I started thinking. (DUN DUN DUN).


If we all gave up after our first failure, we’d never get anywhere. Say you’re picking up a stone. (This is the metaphor of a lifetime. The complexity will blow your mind…) The first day you try it you can lift it to your knee and since the challenge was to get it to head height, you failed. Game over. You should give up. It didn’t work. Clearly that would be the sane thing to do.

Or you could try again tomorrow. And the day after. And the day after that. You’re going to keep failing but that stone is going to get higher and higher each time till finally you pick the damn thing up, raise it above your head and use it to pummel the lunatics that told you it wasn’t worth it.

I’d been wondering about my sanity lately. About whether I should learn to give up and walk away (and stay away) once in a while. But the instant that silly little rock metaphor popped into my head I began to feel a million times better. I’m ok with appearing crazy. But if I don’t manage to get that rock where it needs to go, it won’t be because I gave up. It won’t be because of me.

HUZZAH! So here’s to facing challenges and not giving up on the things that we want.


Now. Back to my original point. Living life unhampered by your comfort zone! (Which is one of the many things I desire.) Because of this I am trying to add things into my life that I would never have considered ‘back in the day’. I’ll be spending the next two days on one of these little projects. Buuuut I’m not going to tell you what it is in the hopes that your curiosity will lure you back here. ;)

See you soon!

Be sure to share your recipes for making memories; I’m always open to tweaks and substitutions!

3 thoughts on “What can you do when you live in a shoe?”

  1. Know how to ride a motorcycle??? Why not?? Really!! You don’t have to buy one, just learn how to ride one. You never know, someday it may be your only means of escape from bad guys ( ok maybe I watch too many movies).
    But really… The college has a course to teach you how to ride. The instructors are great and very patient. I took the course last summer and loved it!!
    If you DARE to try this be sure to book early. The class fills fast!!
    Good luck!!

    1. That would be the ultimate test of my daring! And you’re completely right; often being able to steal a motorcycle from some unsuspecting bystander is the only way that the hero manages to escape, and/or save the day! I’d never thought of it that way before… it’s a very convincing argument. ;)

Leave a Reply