My boots that are the equivalent of my “blankie”. They are comfort. They are the ideal footwear when my back hurts. I do have to admit that I feel a little more bad ass on the days I wear them. I love my cowboy boots. I wish I could tell you that I was a real rodeo girl in growing up in South Dakota, but I was not. I had a horse named Honeybear. I rode in a few 4H rodeos and I have the awards for participation in a box in my basement but that is about the extent of my “rodeo days”. Sorry friends, I know for your own amusement you have made me a real rodeo queen—I can easily live with your exaggerated stories. They loom large in my own head too. I do however, know some real rodeo queens if that helps your narrative in any way.
I think it’s important to have those objects in our lives that connect us to a certain part of ourselves. My boots keep me tied to my South Dakota roots. They make me feel more grounded and connected to the prairie—my interior geography. Today they are necessary in my life and I knew the minute I woke up that this would be a cowboy boots sort of day. Do you have something you wear or carry with you like a talisman? I would love to hear about what that object is for you. Please post a comment or send me a photo (email@example.com) I think others would be interested too.