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Red Shoes and Wishing

“You’re allowed to want things.” I said to myself. I didn’t quite believe it. If I began wanting things then there would be conflict between the things that I wanted and the things which my husband or children wanted. The simplest way to avoid the inevitable conflicts was to remember that what I wanted most was my family and to either let go or fold away the other things. So I pressed myself small, trying to take only the spaces in our lives which no one else was occupying. I got quite good at it. Unfortunately the process squeezed from my life those things which re-energized me. I was less and less able to meet needs because I had less and less to give. It came to a crisis and I formally told myself “You’re allowed to want things. Even if they are silly. Even if they are impractical. Even if logic dictates that you’ll never have them, you’re still allowed to want them.” I breathed a big sigh, and tried to believe it.

I was out of practice at wanting things. It took time for me to remember. I began by creating small things, a pressed flower picture, River Song’s journal, a clean space in my house where my things could live. The process is ongoing. I’m still seeking which things call to me, feeling the call, and then waiting patiently to see if my brain will explain to me what these symbols mean. My long-neglected amazon wish list has begun to fill up. I don’t know that I will actually buy most of these things, but collecting the list of wishes has been fascinating. I can see how the physical objects are actually representations of qualities I want in my life. The stationery box with all the little compartments appeals to my sense of organization and to my connection with the teenage letter writer I used to be. The journal with the faux aged leather cover speaks of connections with things that last and with words. The movie Julie and Julia appeals to my desire for transformation into something stronger. The white eyeliner I admired so much on women in a television show is an expression of my desire to be and feel beautiful. It isn’t things I want so much as qualities. If I happen to acquire the things, they can serve as reminders to seek the attached qualities, but I can accomplish this without spending money if I am mindful.

Layer by layer I unfold these pressed together parts of my self. Each layer unfolds some new thing I want as a part of my life. Some of them are quite surprising. One day I discovered a desire to own red shoes. I’m mostly a brown and black shoe person. I like being able to wear shoes with many different outfits. Yet I wanted a not-at-all-sensible pair of high heeled red patent leather pumps. Not any particular pair, or rather I haven’t yet found the perfect pair. But I’m looking. Red heels are for women who are beautiful and unafraid. They walk confidently with their flash of color which often doesn’t match anything else they are wearing. They are like one of those Japanese paintings with a single spot of bright color as a focal point. Dorothy wore red shoes and they gifted her with the ability to travel home. Other fictional red shoes danced their wearer to death. I feel cautious about red shoes, but I am allowed to want them. If I find the right pair, with the right fit, at the right price, I will buy them. In the meantime I will try to gift myself with the qualities that are represented by red high heels.

Allowing myself to desire things has led to conflict. I’m learning to live with that. I’m learning to navigate the conflicts and that sometimes the process of navigating a conflict is better than creating a peace which only exists because everyone is careful not to bump in to each other. I’ve been surprised to discover that three quarters of the conflicts I must navigate are me against myself. Howard and the kids are quite happy to shift around and make space for me. I have a hard time making space for myself. I agonize over which desires matter more, where I should spend my efforts, what I should do. My frantic scrambles to get it right disrupt the flow of what could be. Many of my wish list items, and my growing collection of quotations in my River Song journal, carry themes of peace and courage. “Be not afraid.” I am telling myself in hidden ways. “It is okay to make mistakes. It is okay to fail. It is okay to be ordinary.” But also “Seek beauty, seek small happiness. Stop. Breathe. Feel.”

I am trying. I’m collecting more things on my wish list to see what qualities my deep self would like to have. I’m also watching for the right pair of red shoes.

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6 comments to Red Shoes and Wishing

  • This reminded me of a blog a cross-stitch designer my wife follows, had for a while that I think you would enjoy.
    http://inhalingcreativity.blogspot.com/
    We are hoping she can restart it at some point, but still worth reading and being inspired by what she started with.

  • Kerri Farrer

    It’s funny, you often speak to things I’m thinking about in my own life. I’m reminded of a passionate desire I conceived to get a tube of red lipstick lately. I am not sure why because I do not normally wear any make-up at all. My husband and children were surprised when I ducked into the make up shop to get it but were also supportive. It took a little thought for me to realize that what I wanted was the feeling I have seen women with the red lipstick project. That I am here and I am beautiful and not afraid to highlight it. It was an interesting post.

  • Ginger

    This post struck a cord with me, especially in the 2nd paragraph. I also struggle with wish lists. If asked for ideas for gifts for myself my mind goes blank. My most treasured gifts are those that I had thought I’d talked the giver out of getting for me.

    After considering it a bit, I think I must have made a decision when fairly young that it was wrong to want things. In retrospect this could be logical considering family finances and tensions at this stage. I do remember being mortified as a teen that my younger sibling didn’t obey this unexpressed rule and irked when that wanting was rewarded. Finances had changed some by then and I think my mother took pleasure in being able to respond.

    At this point, I am not sure how to reverse my decision. Nor am I sure that I should. It’s not an unbreakable ban. It unravels on certain subjects and times. Mainly though, not wanting things is tied pretty strongly into my self view as an easily satisfied and non-needy person. It does help maintain a budget. But there are times when I feel disgruntled while maintaining that I don’t want some such and such.

    I think I will pay more attention when my not wanting shifts from gruntled to disgruntled. Those are probably my important topics. Thank you for bring this to my attention.

    • In my mind I had to separate wanting and getting. I don’t get everything I want because families and communities live on compromise, but I’m allowed to notice and want things. I’ve discovered that most wants are fleeting, but that when the same desire comes back multiple times in new iterations then there is a need driving the wants and I should pay attention to filling that need.

  • Laura

    I like the separation between wanting and getting, and paying attention to the underlying need if you want something repeatedly. That’s a good way to frame the issue.