© 2015 Aaron Atkinson


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.

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