CONFESSION

I have a confession...As I was making the long walk down the main corridor of the exhibit hall at General Conference, it hit me. I can't do this anymore. On the outside, I was waving to people and smiling, but on the inside I was thinking, I'm  so done with this. So in one fluid motion, I reached down and did the unthinkable...I took off my shoes. My husband, with disbelief in his voice, asked, "Are you going barefooted?" Without even meeting his eyes, least I lose confidence, I affirmed my intent. "I am." Just like that. "I am." I felt so free. High heels no longer dictated my steps. Suddenly, strangers were calling out to me words of affirmation, looking longingly at my bare feet, and I knew they wanted to be free too. Free to skip, jump and take long strides without fear. My eyes met theirs and we were laughing, relishing the joy of it all. In that moment they knew the truth...they could be free of high heels too;)