I am so odd!

Know what I think is GROSS? (worse than spaghetti, but not by much!) Like… REALLY gross?

Feet. Seriously. ESPECIALLY my feet. Ewwww!

I really don’t like feet at all… and sometimes I feel like I am fighting a losing battle with my feet… but at the same time… I have been thinking about them lately… MY FEET.

My feet tell a pretty amazing story, I believe. The truth is that I often don’t take pictures of myself when I travel, but I take a picture of my feet 90% of the places where I go. On the beach in Brazil, in the Red Square in Moscow, on the cobblestone streets of Antigua, on worn down hiking paths in Ohio, hanging from trees at camp, even in the bottom of a canoe in Minnesota. My feet are almost always attached to a pair of flip flops (TOMS in the winter!) or hiking shoes/Chacos. They often have toenails that are painted dark brown and if its’ been a particularly interesting week they bear temporary tattoos. My feet can be pretty gross… and (I hate to admit this) I often tell people they carry permanent Brazilian foot fungus (which may or may not be true!), an odd (but minor!) flesh eating thing on my big toe from Guatemala, serious flip flop calluses, and (ewwww!) they are SUPER dirty! I’ve been through a variety of theories and products that are aimed at getting my feet to be “normal” looking… but seriously… feet are SO nasty. Yet mine tell a pretty amazing story. (And why would my feet be normal when I am CLEARLY not!)

My feet have carried me on extraordinary adventures… they have stood in places I have wished my whole life to see, they have enabled my flip flop obsession. They climb trees and mountains and climbing walls. They have chased the dog through the mud many times and never seem to have shoes when the gravel is particularly sharp! They are usually cold on airplanes and in the office and hot when I sleep. They are almost always tired, sore, and in need of a good massage (not that I would let ANYONE rub them!). There are many adventures left to have… my feet (and my soul!) desperately want to hike the Appalachian Trail (all the way from Georgia to Maine), they want to wander the streets of Thailand and Peru. They long to be covered in African dust and soak in Fiji’s beach waters. They have so MANY trees and mountains to climb… places to go… adventures to be had.

This time of year I often tell people that I have itchy feet AGAIN. I don’t mean because of the fungus either! My feet are itchy to head out to new and amazing adventures. Sometimes I wonder if I will ever NOT have itchy feet… and then I remember that it is my itchy, gross, dirty feet that define me. My nasty feet that have wandered the world, that desire for more, are what make me Carly. They are ready to faithfully take me wherever my heart leads. If they stop itching, would that also mean that my heart has lost its desire to explore the unknown?

Adventures await… as long as I treat these feet (and my heart) with care!