Walking towards the front door of my house in my brand new block heeled boots. I take one step at a time, knowing very well as soon as my heel touches the concrete ground it will clack. Silently hoping the noise of cars passing will muffle out the sound of my boots. I stop myself from doing a u-turn. It’s just one step at a time.
Walking further away from the comfort and seclusion of my house. I know I’m stepping in the right direction. A small sense of pride takes over me. I’m slowly breaking away from a comfortable cycle. Strolling at a normal pace, I’m neither running nor slowing down. The boots are a meagre start. It’s just one step at a time.
Catching the bus, the distance between my cosy home and I, is expanding. Knowing there’s no turning back, I grow to like the sound of my heels every time they hit the ground. I can’t help but wonder about all the things that were holding me back.
This isn’t about the boots, they look good and feel fine. It’s about the person wearing them, me. Me getting too comfortable, me settling, me not stepping out of my comfort zone, me shying away, me being nervous. It’s just one step at a time.
I am a dreamer, I have goals. I block myself from reaching them. I want the experience, achievements and memories, yet I’d tell myself I can’t beat the competition. My self-belief is balanced with my self-doubt, however, the scales are not always equal. Doubt heavily outweighs belief. There was a time when I didn’t want to be seen or heard. These boots and this blog are my way of breaking free from the bubble I’ve created. It’s one step at a time.