I forgot what walking barefoot felt like.
Today I stepped outside without shoes, not to prove a point, but because I needed to feel something real. Cool ground. Morning dew. Gravel biting slightly.
There’s a memory in the feet. A connection that doesn’t speak in words.
I walked ten minutes around the yard, letting my posture shift. Letting my breath find rhythm again. No headphones. Just birds.
Call it grounding. Call it ritual. Call it remembering.
I just call it necessary.