I’m convinced that in this whole, wide world there are very few luxuries quite as exquisite as a well-worn, broken-in, form-fitting pair of 10-year-old cowboy boots.
And ironically, there are very few self-inflicted tortures quite as cruel as a brand new pair.
As I work to break in a new pair of boots, a birthday present from my loving wife, I grin and bear the throbbing heels, the pinched toes, the aching arches and the chafing ankles. And through the discomfort I have to keep reminding myself that this isn’t just a brand new pair of boots, it’s actually a 10-year-old pair in the making.