The call went out at my workplace for us to participate in One Day Without Shoes, and I signed up. Not because I’m a fan of Toms (their shoes aren’t wide enough for my feet, and I am not sure their philanthropy helps much in the long term) but just for the fun of going barefoot for the day. At work.
I was actually surprised how few people at my casual, no-dress-code company participated. Out of probably 800 staff, less than 20 signed up, and only 7 showed up for the group photo at lunchtime.
For insurance reasons, there were signs all over telling us that shoes were required in the kitchenettes and cafeteria (I slipped on my VFFs to go to those places). So it wasn’t the bonding, toe-wiggling group experience I thought it might be.
But it was still good to pad around in bare feet all day. To feel the floor, the ground. To be aware of where I was about to place my feet, instead of just stomping around obliviously. I have to say I watched the ground pretty closely on my after-lunch walk.
The downside? Well, let’s just say I’ll be bathing before bed tonight. I’m not putting these dirty hooves between my sheets.
But with summer coming, I’m definitely going to have more barefoot days. I enjoy the contact with the earth, despite the cracked heels and calloused toes I acquire as a result. I’ll no doubt be limiting it to weekends, and that’s OK. I’m privileged to be able to have the best of both worlds.