11 conversations started on “The Myth of the Other Shoe”

  1. Yes. There is no other shoe. There is no better time to start than now. There is no better time to trust but now.
    This is our chance. There is no other shoe. There is only flight as we take off :into the wilderness of our intuition”, our deeper knowing.
    Thank you for this.

  2. Hi Sandi,
    I love this. I’ve always wondered why we believe there is another shoe to drop. Why is that?
    Lori

    1. Lori I think we’re so conditioned to look for and expect something to go wrong that it’s become an automatic response. My guess is it’s gotta be related to our lizard brain, and the primal urge to survive. Does that make sense?

      1. Sandi Amorim Sort of makes sense. I realized I had not understood this idiom correctly so I looked it up and found: 
        A common experience of tenement living and other similar style housing in New York City (and other cities) during the manufacturing boom of the late 19th and early 20th century. Apartments were built similar in design with one’s bedroom under another’s. Thus, it was normal to hear a neighbor removing shoes and hearing them hit the floor above. As one shoe made a sound hitting the floor, the expectation for the other shoe to make a similar sound was created.
        Not it makes sense that the lizard brain would be keenly poised to expect this.

        1. Lori Hmm, I think it’s become commonly used for a negative expectation though, which is how I ended up linking it to dear ol’ Lizzie 😉

  3. Some of us learned to anticipate the other shoe when we were children as a way to keep ourselves safe in dysfunctional environments. Now that we’re adults, the other shoe defense mechanism no longer serves us. And, yes, I also think it’s a leftover from Lizzie. (Eww, I just saw an ugly bug crawl across my desk. Does that mean I should expect another ugly bug to crawl across my desk? I hope not! 🙂 )

  4. “Worst case scenario” thinking used to be my m.o. 
    I’ve shifted this in a big way in my life – but my Shanayay (my inner Lizzie) is usually still there to pipe in with a good ole fashioned “but what if?” 
    On most days, my inner Astrid (my intuitive voice) knows to answer her with “there are so many amazing what if’s that I couldn’t even possibly begin to explore them all – so I’m just going to stay present, enjoy this moment, and know that the next could be one of celebration or growth – my choice – but always for the best.”

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