Barefeet

As I was swimming last night, this came to me. I was thinking about how I hadn't blogged in a while, and was kinda just thinkin' (to keep my thoughts from how I thought my arms were going to fall off, thanks Coach Denny). I thought about the name of my blog since somebody had mentioned it to me earlier, and I was thinkin' back on how I thought of it. (Other than the fact that it related to my favorite poem "Footprints in the Sand")

It kinda relates back to freshman year-ish. I was just a baby-fish trying to find out how everything worked and where I fit in in the big world called High School. The first times to go out with friends, the first taste of drama, the first fights with people who you had never fought with before.

The first time you hear a rumor started about you, it hurts so bad. The first time your best friend and you fight, it hurts. You think it's the end of the world, and every little thing seems to kill you. It's like walking on gravel without shoes. It's like a newborn's super soft feet walking on cement. It hurts.

But after a-while, the importance of the drama lessens. You learn to let drama and lies roll off your back. You know who to listen to, and who to kinda tune out. Some things still hurt, like losing a friend, but you seem to be more resilient, and learn to bounce back. You make the best friends ever that you know would never hurt you, and you learn that it's okay to lose some people. Sometimes what seems like a good things gotta change, so a better thing can be let in. It's like walking on gravel without shoes; after a while, your feet toughen up and each individual rock doesn't hurt nearly as much.

That's kinda how I am; experiencing everything barefoot in life. No shoes needed. Everything hurts the first time, just like the gravel out at Grandma and Grandpa Zieman's when I refuse to wear shoes. But after running around barefoot, the gravel isn't so bad. Just like life is.