So, I love shoes.
And I have a story about them. I was at a class recently with a group of women I didn't know. One lady was super unhappy about her job. She was well educated and had a profession that meant she could work anywhere: large corporate, private firm, pretty much any sector.
But what she did was...complain. About her job. About her chances. About how hard everything is and why she couldn't possibly make a change.
Then I looked at her feet and she was wearing these -- the red snakeskin ones.
And I thought about Dorothy in The Wizard of Oz. You know, wearing the ruby slippers that belonged to the Wicked Witch? The slippers that carried her home?
It's incredibly easy to feel powerless. To want life to jump up and change. But most of the time -- like Dorothy and the woman in my class -- we're already wearing the ruby slippers. We have a getaway car.
We have the ability to figure it out. We've got, as Dr Seuss says, brains in our heads and shoes on our feet.
And though nothing is ever truly easy, it's often do-able if we get up and start walking.