I celebrated Orange Shoe Day yesterday by wearing my new orange strappy heels, jeans, and my orange tank top. It seemed the least I could do in their honor - was give them their very own day. Besides, once they're placed in my closet next to 22 other pairs of shoes they'll become ordinary. Or maybe not. Certainly, their brightness will cast a glow on the other residents in my closet. Plain beige, brown, and black shoes.
I was given my orange strappy heels by Katrin, my new YA friend from Germany. I felt I needed to give my new shoes a warm welcome and what better way to pay tribute to them than by by wearing them, proclaiming the day Orange Shoe Day, and turning an otherwise ordinary day into something special. Now, all orange shoes have a day of their own.
I feel pretty spectacular in them too. No matter that other things in my life were falling apart. All I had to do was look downward at my toes peeking out of those orange straps and I smiled. The sun shone brighter. The clouds were puffier. The sky was bluer. At least from where I sat at my computer in my orange shoes, that was so.
What I learned from my experience yesterday basically was how to turn lemons into lemonade. The day wasn't going so well. I needed a lift, and there were those orange shoes sitting on the floor looking, well, just looking very orange and bright. And they made me smile. So the rest is history.
We have the ability to be happy or sad. So do something today to give your day a lift.
Be it orange shoes or a sweet Florida orange to eat. Smile. And think of me in my orange shoes!