These boots are my favorite pair of footwear. They may not
be much to look at, but they sure mean something to me. But first, let me tell
you about a frog.
There is a fable about a boiling frog which I am sure you’ve
heard. The basic idea is that if you put a frog into boiling water, it will
immediately jump out but if you put it in tepid water and very slowly adjust
the heat it will continue to adapt to its new condition until the water comes
to a boil and you now have a delicious snack.
Before you go try this at home, sadist, you should know that
it isn’t true. You’ll have to kill your frogs the old-fashioned way, by shoving
firecrackers in their mouths.
The fable is often used as a metaphor for psychological
adaptation. If your life circumstances were to suddenly change for the worse,
you would take notice and probably be pretty angry/upset/whatever. But, if they
gradually deteriorate, we tend to adapt to each level of discomfort and
ultimately find ourselves in a position where we ask “how did I get here?”
I asked myself that question a year ago, while sitting in a
doctor’s office at my girlfriend’s request to get a prescription for
compression socks. Because nobody knows fashion like doctors.
How DID I get there? Over the past couple of years my legs
and feet had become very swollen, so much so that I hadn’t worn any of my three
pairs of cowboy boots in over a year. Just a few years ago I would wear them
every day, they were versatile for the road and extremely comfortable. Then one
day things began to change, the boots felt tight but I forced them on. Then putting
them on became harder and harder, I even pulled so hard on the straps one day
that I broke one. I started wearing other, easier shoes, more often. Living in
California, flip flops were an easy choice for most events. You adapt. Besides,
cowboy boots are too hot for that weather anyway. Then I started having trouble
bending over and crossing my legs, you know that move that is kinda essential
to putting on and tying shoes? No worries, laceless shoes are more practical
for air travel anyway… Until you can’t squeeze your foot into them.
So a year ago, right around the point when the doctor asked
me if my legs “leaked” (they can do that?) I decided prescription socks was my boiling
water. I started working on a few things, doing what I could, when I could, and
got those boots out of storage as a goal. A few months later, I was able to
bend more comfortably and about six months later and I was able to put my boots
on without help.
I don’t wear them every day now, but each time I put them on
they make me smile.