I don’t really enjoy shopping.
And it’s not because I’m a guy. I’ve met dudes that enjoy shopping. And I’ve met ladies that don’t.
Cars. Clothes. Furniture. Paint colors. Doesn’t really matter what it is. I find no joy in the “hunt.”
Most recently, it was mattress shopping. And let me tell you, Friend, that was no fun. No fun at all.
Elizabeth and I have been sleeping on a mattress that, according to everything we’ve read and been told, is waaaaay past its useful life.
So we walk into Macy’s, Mattress Firm, and who knows how many other mattress retailers, trying to avoid eye contact so we’re not immediately cornered by the salesperson asking us “what we’re looking for today.”
After laying on dozens of mattresses – all of which started to feel the exact same to me – we settled on a new mattress.
And trust me, I’m making this process sound much quicker and easier than it actually was.
But here’s the thing . . .