One day I went to the mall with MegP over the summer. I was on the hunt for a new pair of shoes for a specific purpose. I needed a shoe that was dressy but comfortable enough to wear everyday and went with just about everything. I found this pair and bought it because it fit all the needed criteria. That's right, it fit all the criteria to be the shoes that were worn by the next Helaman Halls student coordinator.
I seriously bought these shoes something like the day before I found out that I would not be the next student coordinator. It was really rough, and to be perfectly honest, these shoes stayed in my closet for well over two months before I put them on to wear them.
It's funny to think about the progression of these shoes in my opinion. At first, they carried hope and determination. Then they just carried depression and disappointment. And now... now they're just a pair of shoes in my closet that I wear every once in awhile.
I think it represents well how I feel towards the non-promotion. I just don't care about it anymore. And honestly, I think I'm okay with that. There are more important things to life than a promotion or a job. My friends are much more important, and so is interacting with them and truly caring about them. I am happy with who I am and where I am in life. Life brings disappointments, but it also brings triumphs, and I feel like the relationships that I have with those around me is a really big triumph that I wouldn't give up for anything. I'd also never trade in the person that I am to fit into a mold desired by someone else. And that's what these shoes are. These shoes are me.
Quick note: they were also worn to a very awesome picnic in a meadow on a lovely September Sabbath day.
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