New Shoes

Ok, so I have a bone spur in my heel.  I don’t know exactly what that means, but it hurts.  I went to the Doctor about it, and he said that in addition to taking this little pill every day for a few weeks, I needed to go get some new shoes.  I mean, the Doctor told me to go shopping.  Who am I to go against the Doctor’s orders?

The problem is that I am extremely hard to please when I go shopping for clothes.  And it doesn’t matter what it is. 
Shirts. 

Pants. 

Tube socks. 

But especially shoes.

This is probably because the last pair of shoes I bought fit great in the store, and that was the last time they fit me.  They hurt ever since, in fact they were probably why I got the bone spur in the first place.  I have no data to back this up, especially since I don’t really know what a bone spur is or how you get one, but I’m blaming the shoes just the same.

This being said, I spent days trying on shoes.  The girl at the last place probably hated me; I literally had a pile of ten shoeboxes and eventually purchased one of the first ones I tried on.  But I wanted to make sure, I didn’t want to make a decision at the shoe store that I would live to regret later.

After all this was over, something struck me as funny.  Over my life I’ve put a lot less thought and energy into decisions that had a lot larger consequences than a pair of shoes.  I’ve been impulsive or easily persuaded or the victim or peer pressure.  I’ve chosen things I knew were wrong and that would lead me to I place in life that I didn’t want to experience, but I did them anyway.  I wish I could be as picky with my life decisions as I am with my fashion choices.  I always tell my wife when shopping that if I don’t love it I don’t buy it.  The same should be true in everything else; if God doesn’t love it I don’t do it.