Dirty Feet

I don't know about you but I want to live my own life. I don't want to live the life that someone else thinks I should live or have the beliefs that someone else thinks I should have. A couple of weeks ago a car full of teenage girls passed me on the highway. The passenger in the front seat had her sandeled feet sticking out the window and in the back seat dirty bare feet hung out. Becoming my own person and healing my wounds has been difficult. Even having my own thoughts. Things were ingrained. Breaking away and having my own thoughts. Not the thoughts of my history. The thoughts that say... young ladies sit with their feet on the floor of the car. Those were not the thoughts I had when those girls passed me that day. I smiled to myself because the only thing I could think about was how sweet and innocent they looked with they dirty feet hanging out the window. I thought about where they might be going and I wondered how much fun a car full of girls might have. I thought of my own daughters and how I have instilled in them respect but have allowed them to have fun. Something that was missing from my youth. So if you see an old lady with her dirty feet stuck out the window of a car, smile, because I'm having fun...