I have never bought anything so extravagant in my life. I was shamelessly seduced and influenced through instagram to get myself a pair of genuine leather character boots from the LaDuca store in NYC. These are the exact boots that every Rockette at Radio City is wearing. I am broke, but I have a pair of LaDuca shoes. It’s official. Let it sink in. LaaaaaaDuuuuuucaaaaaa. I have now entered into a whole new level of legitimacy. I. Feel. So. Cool… and maybe a little guilty for being so vain and extravagant.
In my persuit of seeking out contracts, bookings, and locations to teach my T-Fit program to teens and young adults in the Dallas area; I have had a thought continue to enter my mind. “Is this the right fit?” What does that even mean? Good chemistry between two people? A relationship that serves both parties? Or something that makes business sense? A shoe that’s just the right size?
Let’s talk about relationships. I’ve noticed, that our society has shifted. We are more self reflective and protective of our time, energy, and who we share it with. I think everyone is just tired of getting burned. It makes sense. I have definitely “cast my pearls before swine” more times than I care to admit. These negative experiences where my gifts weren’t valued have caused me to be a little more cautious for sure. Is it possible that our caution caused from past hurts stopping us from creating positive interactions with others? Are we so concerned with how something is going to serve us that we stop truly serving others? A good fit in a relationship is how you feel when you pour your good into something. And how are you supposed to know if it’s a good fit, unless you put in the energy first? Currently, my new LaDuca shoes squeeze my toes together and aren’t very comfortable. I was told that the leather will mold and shape to my feet as I break them in. If I would’ve gotten a size up, they’d be comfortable at first, but then end up stretching out and my feet would slide around.
My LaDuca shoes weren’t cheap. I had to risk getting them shipped to me, not quite sure if I’d even like the way they fit. In time, these beauties will be perfectly molded to my feet. I have to break them in first. It’s going to require getting them a little dirty, and taking the time to dance in them. Is there a parallel here? Maybe we just need to give people, situations, and relationships a little bit of our time. We can be so gaurded and judgemental. Have a little faith. Not everything is an absolute perfect fit at first, so put the shoes on and start dancing.
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