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The Boot That Got Away…

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Today whilst out shopping, I found myself the PERFECT pair of ankle boots.  No, I’m not going to bore you with the mundane details of a shopping trip.  There is a point to this, I promise.

After considering the price, the look, the versatility and durability of said boots, over and over again until the shop assistant looked like he was going to shove them down my throat, I decided I would take them.  As things generally go they didn’t have any in my size, but I was promptly informed that they can be ordered if I paid first, and they would be delivered free of charge to my doorstep.

So after much more deliberating, much more fretting over paying for something I hadn’t yet tried, and much more to-ing-and-fro-ing from mirror to chair like some insane, one-legged fairy, I agreed that he could take my money and order them.

Great, right?  No.  Not quite.  After he takes a few moments on the computer, I am told that they are not available in my size and they are unlikely to get them in my size again…  [Insert appropriate woeful expression here]

And despite successfully holding back acute feelings of disappointment, I couldn’t help but ruminate about what a silly but accurate analogy it was of my life.

I actually spend far too much time fretting over the fine details of things; what if it doesn’t turn out right?  What if it’s not what I want?  What if it’s not blue with creamy stripes?  What if it’s allergic to peanuts?  Eventually I worry so much that I become crippled by my indecision, because I am not a risk-taker.  I fear the things I cannot control, and the possibilities that I cannot foresee, and this makes it all the more difficult for me to move forward.  By the time I have pussyfooted around long enough to finally make a decision, I find that that opportunity has already passed me by.

Of course, it wasn’t my indecision at the store that caused me to come home empty-handed.  But it could have been because I often decline the offer to go shopping, or keep putting off the task of getting new shoes.  They say that if you don’t play the game, you can’t win; but I can’t shake the little voice in my head that argues: if you don’t play the game, you can’t lose.

In all of this soul-searching I’ve been doing lately, I’ve realised that it is my fear of regret that holds me back.  I am frightened of taking forward steps because I’m afraid that the outcome won’t be what I want it to be.  So this year I’ve decided, will not be another year of missed opportunities.  And even though that might mean some things won’t turn out right, that they won’t be what I want and that indeed, they are allergic to peanuts, I am determined that it will not be this stagnancy that I end up regretting.

Retrieving life’s lost boots, one pair at a time, I’m going to make 2010 work for me.  You should too.

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  1. January 15, 2010 at 1:37 pm

    Reclaim those boots!!

    Life is made for taking risks, so throw away the rulebook!

    I’m off to SE Asia for 3 months and all I have booked so far is a flight to Bangkok, a flight from Jakarta to Sydney and a flight from Sydney to London……I’m crapping bricks cos it’s all so up in the air, but it shall be a MIGHTY adventure!!

    Huzzah…..

    Can someone fetch me some fresh underwear plz?

    • January 15, 2010 at 9:53 pm

      I am SO envious of your trip! I would have loved to do that, sadly I have this condition that restricts me from flying to other countries – it’s called BROKE ARSE BITCH, I believe. X_X

  2. January 15, 2010 at 10:35 pm

    Yep, save save save save save like a bitch!!

    I haz hermit syndrome at the moment lol

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