It was about three lifetimes ago that I last enjoyed shoe shopping. I was childless. I worked full-time. I was flush with cash.
So there was no better hobby than to find the most exquisite store and deliver myself to the shoe department. I could spend hours there slowly examining one shoe after another thinking, "This would be lovely for that date, but this shoe would work well for that other date."
I always bought both pairs, and sometimes more. When I got home, I would put the shoes out on my dresser so they would be the last thing I saw at night and the first thing I saw the next morning.
Then my life changed, and I got the desires of my heart. I also got poorer.
Now I shop for shoes while pushing a shopping cart and fretting because I know I have too many frozen groceries in the cart and there won't be enough time to get home and put them away before I need to be at the kids' schools.
In that frame of mind, I found myself once again contemplating a couple pairs of shoes at our Walmart equivalent last week. I tried them on a rediculous number of times. I walked in them. I gazed in their reflection in the mirror. I took pictures of them with my cell phone.
I just couldn't decide. Then something amazing happened. I noticed that one pair was named Taryn.
We used to know a Taryn. She was a wonderfully talented vocalist, but what made her so very special was her demeanor. She was absolutely lovely.
You already know what I did, don't you? Yes, I bought the Taryn shoes.
I would tell you how I make my other financial decisions, but I'm afraid your heart couldn't withstand the shock.