Today is the one year anniversary, or blogiversary if you will, of Shoes on the Wrong Feet. According to Word Press the one year mark actually fell on July third when Husband confirmed the creation of the domain name and money exchanged hands but I did not post for the first time until July fifth. This two day discrepancy is much like the one of America’s Independence Day where the resolution for independence was approved on July second but was publically declared on July fourth (not that I am at all saying that my little blog and the Declaration of Independence are anything alike, mind you.) I, like my great nation, choose to celebrate on the latter of the two dates; America celebrated with fireworks while I celebrate with, well, this blog post.
I remember sitting on the front steps of our house with Husband. I think we were drinking Coronas with slices of lime and watching the boys run through the sprinkler in the front yard. I had been thinking of starting a blog for a while but I was not exactly sure what one was and how a person went about acquiring one of their very own.
We kicked around ideas for names, several of them were a play on words using our last name. Some of them included mention of coffee or beer or moonshine but none of those felt right. I wanted to write about the boys but I did not want to limit myself to that. Shoes on the Wrong Feet came to me and I warmed up to it right away.
It can have many meanings, Shoes on the Wrong Feet. It can refer to a child’s innocent mistake when it comes to putting on their footwear. It can mean that someone is wearing shoes meant for someone else (figuratively, of course) as they walk through life. The shoes of mother, daughter, wife, sister, friend, microbiologist are they suppose to be on these feet of mine? Is this who I am? Am I comfortable in them, have I outgrown them or is there still room in there for my toes to wiggle?
I have enjoyed blogging more than I ever thought possible. I thought it would be a place where I would write about the boys’ fun little antics and post pictures of them as they grew. It is that but it has become so much more. I had no idea I would start writing about such personal things as Cody’s seizures or my dad’s struggle with Alzheimer’s and finally his death. I had not considered the healing properties of blogging. I had also not considered the social aspect of blogging. I find myself with a network of people who care and are interested in my life just as I care and am interested in theirs. I have made some amazing connections with people.
So on this day, I would like to say thank you for being a part of my life and for sharing in your own way a part of yours. I have greatly enjoyed this journey and look forward to where the next year will find me.