One day, probably three years ago, I realized something. It didn’t start as a HUGE revelation, but rather something small like the flicker of a flame on match. It was something so tiny and fragile it could be extinguished with just a whoosh of breath. However, unlike so many other ideas in life, this one didn’t get extinguished. Instead, it began to grow.
It started as flicker one day as I ran, wearing 3/4 length pants because I’m very conscious of my non-runner’s legs, barefoot, in the sprinkle of summer rain, on the side of a country road. As I counted my miles, released my stress, and concentrated on the feel of the water splashing against my naked soles the idea grew. I realized, this was me. I was this woman running barefoot in the rain on purpose. I wasn’t the norm and my husband didn’t agree with it, but I was doing anyway. Why?
I’ve always been unconventional, fiercely independent, creative, joyful, adventurous, and driven. What did this mean? All these things, now that I was married I found I was being mocked for. His family called me disrespectful because I didn’t take his name. He thought I was stupid for running barefoot or for even running at all because of my health. The dance I loved so much was awesome before we got married, but not as cool afterward. Why? And why didn’t I want to be this society “norm” a woman who wanted to cook and clean for her man? So, what did I want?
And that is where the journey of this wild woman begins.