funky friend fun shoes!
The musings below came to me attending at conference for women.
The event focus was on social media but, ever the misfit, attending prompted me to step back my greater social experience.
To consider my introvert status against the backdrop of meeting so many new people at once.
To realize I’m dependent on different varieties of friends for different situations.
How I have created certain relationships to meet specific emotional “demands” and that’s OK.
The below are thoughts which began to form as I packed for an event I was quite unsure about.
I knew one person who would be there.
Neither of us had any clue what to expect or if other attendees might be caught up in their own ‘stuff’ and not have interest in creating new relationships.
We were nervouscited (<—as the Child thankfully still says).
As I readied and surveyed my bulging carry-on, I gave myself a pep-talk about connecting and being open to meeting people.
As my carry-on refused to close–thanks to all the shoes I “needed” for my short trip–I looked at all the different varieties I’d packed and realized a few things about the variety of friendships in my life.
My friends can all be broken down into groups…precisely like my shoes.
- funky fashion.
Allow me to elaborate.
The plans to attend the conference were made at the urging of a Flip-Flop Friend.
A comfy friend.
A friend who’s as much a necessity in my life as my beloved flip-flops.
She, like the shoes, feels a part of the fabric of my life. She, like my flip-flops, is so ever-present I can’t recall when we met, she’s invariably there when I need her, and I wish I could
wear them always! see her daily.
During the event I met number of potential Funky-Fashion-Shoe Friends.
Quirky, dynamic women whose very spirit brings out the same traits in me.
Women with whom I hope to stay connected.
Women with whom I hope to collaborate or use as sounding boards when I need a booster-shot of BRAZEN.
As I networked that weekend I was introduced to some potential Stilettos-Friends.
Stilettos, as you may surmise, are not my thing.
I own none (hence the high wedge pictured above. It’s as close as I come).
I love the look of them.
I’m envious of those who can wear such shoes with ease and for long periods of time.
I adore these womenfriends for fun, fleeting, fabulous moments and then, as with the shoes, I’m exhausted.
Time will tell if my weekend created any Sneaker-Friends.
At my core I’m a sneakers woman.
I love all my other shoes—but for comfort, traction, and navigating life’s oft rocky terrain nothing eclipses my sneakers.
These are the
shoes friends I’m with for the long haul, I bring move-to-move with me, and which I cannot imagine ever surrendering.
No matter how worn or, at times, in tatters they may appear.
The event was amazing–for myriad reasons–yet I left feeling most bolstered by the sense of camaraderie.
- Do your friend-types match mine?
- Which is your most important “shoe?”
EDITED to say: upon rereading this post reminds me of my dear friend, Sue. An everySHOE friend gone too soon.