I think I’ve always loved the outdoors. As a child I was forever outside, as much as I could be. I was really privileged that my parents owned a large static caravan on the coast of Northumberland. And by “on the coast”, I mean quite literally, there was a sand dune between us and the beach.
I spent most of the school holidays there, shoeless, running, free. I’m still a “walk barefoot whenever possible” person.
Self care for me is always barefoot. Although I do love shoes – to look at and stroke!
I was wearing beautiful shoes in the city the other day. Walking along the pavement, clippity clop, clippity clop.
Annoying. So I took them off. People stare at a barefoot middle aged woman in a city centre. I’m sad they may not know the joy of foot freedom.
I’ve sometimes even left the house to go somewhere, got in the car, and then realised I’m shoeless. Oops!
Self care includes foot care. I pay particular attention to this part of my body because my feet literally take me everywhere.
Rie