My teal Birkenstocks have been broken in the past 2 years. I purchased them in Europe, and gently wore them back and forth during my time in Spain. But they helped me transitioned as I returned to my California beach life, after ten years abroad. I molded them to fit my feet as I walked my 16 year old Bella daily, whether on a promenade that surrounded a harbor, to the neighborhood of Silverlake when visiting my brother, or to the beginning of the beach’s edge.
They are comfortable to wear in all types of terrain, with rubber bottoms that keep you from sliding. When I did my beach walks, I had them remain on my feet until they hit the sand, which they were then popped into a canvas bag. My dog and I walked barefoot in the sand and the ocean, until her paws grew tired and I would carry her for the remainder of our long walks. These teal birkenstocks were my comfort shoes. I always have a pair of birkenstocks that turn into these steady companions. As time progresses, they lose their new sheen, become discolored with the excessive use, and simply are my errand shoes.
These teal Birkenstocks remained with me, after I had to put Bella to sleep, and I would attempt to return to the beach to do the walks without her. Grief accompanied me, but so did these shoes. They were there as I relocated to my new home, another beach town, supporting me to feel the sand a hundred miles north of where I was living. They brought me consistency and stability, until they no longer did.
And now the shoes are almost too comfortable and exacerbate a soreness in my foot that doesn’t exist when I wear other shoes. It’s as if these old shoes carry the old pain with me. And I have a realization, its time to let go. For to continue wearing these shoes, will only further hurt my feet. When I looked at the bottoms, they are starting to lose their traction, perhaps allowing a slip to occur. And I realize the more I hold onto and wear these shoes, its keeping me from wearing all the shoes in my closet waiting to have experiences. And so with that, I say thank you to the teal birkenstocks. And slip my feet into a pair of pink Havana slide ons to geret the afternoon ocean. Let’s see what is next in store.

