When I think about the amount of change this site has undergone in the past six years it truly makes me laugh. Most of the history of outsidevoice lives behind the “Blog” category for, I don’t know, posterity? Future blackmail? The assurance I’d never run for political office?
A few nights ago I received what can only be described as the most honest and humbling and raw and touchingly heartfelt email — from a Twitter friend and reader I’ve never met, but have the deepest of admiration for.
It was about knowing yourself and losing yourself and the courage to find yourself again and walk straight into life regardless of what’s been thrown at you. It was the power of high heels – not in their superficiality, but in their reflection of who you are and what you are.
I do not own the words to thank her for hers. You see, as I told her, I was fairly certain that I write about silly things. I used to not, but now I do. I put aside the political rants, waxing poetic on pop culture and day-to-day family stories because so many of them were not mine to tell any longer and focused on all the pretty things I love. A lighter side of life. The pursuit of stunning or interesting or classic or elegant – as long as it helped to tell a story.
But for her all of this was more – and in that one email I realized that a perfectly arched heel was more than just pretty. It was important. It was meaningful. It was defining.
I may have forgotten that in the past several weeks – and I’m grateful for the reminder.
I’m grateful for all of you and your stories.