To My Heels: The Pandemic Changed My Love For You
A Taste For Life : Monthly Challenge-June 2022/Theme: Change
I’m not blessed with a good height. The heels became my ally.
I wear from an inch, sometimes to three. Every single day we are a perfect match.
It doesn’t matter, whether I stand or pace from here to there for eight hours, those inches never left my feet.
Heels give me confidence, courage and assurance that my day will be alright.
Heels give me the reason to walk fiercely. A mindset that I can conquer everything in here, there and whatever in between.
Then, the pandemic came. Safety protocols told me to box and to tuck them away.
I need to face the new normal. Enough with separation anxiety.
But I am not comfortable with flat shoes , more so with rubber shoes.
Wearing rubber shoes is a different world. A world that I am not used to. Like I’m floating on air. A bland and monotonous world.
My feet can’t find a distinction between those moments at home and at work. They are both flat.
But resiliency came and made as clicked. Like two hearts beating as one.
Weeks ago, an opportunity knocked on my heels hiding place. Like a light at the end of the tunnel.
It’s been a while, I can hear my heels jumping for joy.
The feeling is mutual. My heels — see you around.
Then, the big day came.
As Thomas Haynes Bayly said — -Absence makes the heart grow fonder. Prolonged absence makes the heart forget.
Second the motion by Michael Faudet — -Absence doesn’t always make the heart grow fonder. Sometimes it just teaches us that we can live apart.
But two years is two years.
The once head over heels manifested Jack and Jill who went up the hill to get a pail of water. Had that fear to be likened to Jack who fell down and broke his crown and Jill came tumbling after.
We’re like two strangers meeting for the first time. Having second thought if there will be a second time.
Maybe, it’s sweeter the second time around. Why not give it a try.
Yeah, I think we can make it.
Probably. Maybe. I don’t know.
