Barefoot - 19twentythree - Part 3
Despite my obsession with shoes, I am as equally obsessed with the complete lack of them.
Being barefoot makes me feel grounded, rooted to earth, free of restrictions. It means I get to feel the grass tickle my feet, to flirt with the sand between my toes, and feel the waves brushing off the shore. It means I get to feel the real essence of the place my feet are touching.
In a bigger sense, it’s a deeper exhilaration of unchained thoughts; it’s synonymous with throwing off the handcuffs of being what I “should” be. It’s all about stripping my mind from what the society expects me to think, believe, and act upon.
My blog here is as barefoot as I feel when I put the crazy pace behind me, take a breather, try to put my Obsessive Compulsive Disorder (OCD) tendencies to rest, and bring my sanity back in check. I hope you enjoy getting your thoughts tickled as you get into my barefoot world.
The Greatest Loss
April 23, 2013 | Hadeel El Deeb 11
This is a post about death, about the journey of heart aching anger I went through as I watched my father lose his life to a disease that has been spreading like summer flu – cancer. So if you have a weak heart and can’t handle a sad story told by a person still suffering, spare yourself the agony and don’t read any further.
Get Past the Tempting Selling Lines
April 15, 2013 | Hadeel El Deeb
Next time you pick up that self-help book thinking it will change your life, give it a couple more seconds-worth of thought before you hand our your credit card.
Why Does my Mind Want me to Think I’m Infertile?
April 3, 2013 | Hadeel El Deeb
How I am finally putting my infertility to rest: The test.
Getting my First Ink
March 19, 2013
How a person with needle phobia sucked up her fears and inked her back; my first tattoo experience.
