Dozens of pairs of pretty shoes lined in perfect rows on shelves that stretch along the entire stretch of wall. Shoes are, in a very real sense, an expression of our lives: the physical foundation on which we stand. A shoe will never replace our spiritual foundations, our families who built and molded us into the people we are, or our friends who hear our thoughts and dreams and encourage us to pursue them. Rather, shoes are a small, physical reminder of these things. And my shoes—with their tall, slender heels and pointed toes—have supported and held me up through a lot over the years: A reminder of where I have been. A symbol of where I am going.
By day, I am an account rep for a growing public relations agency in Louisville. The rest of the time, I am an aspiring writer, artist and a pretty avid runner. I grew up in the South and adhere to the belief that girls are made of "sugar and spice and everything nice" including-but by no means limited to-pearls, lace, bows, ribbon, frills and (surprise) shoes.