This week, I tried on a pair of motorcycle boots. I loved them. They were made of rich, brown leather. They smelled good. I really wanted to buy them . . . but they were expensive. So I thought about them for a couple of days, weighed the pros and cons, evaluated how they fit into my wardrobe, asked people whose opinions I trusted and then thought about them some more. Finally, I reached a decision today. But I’m not even going to tell you what it was. Because, once I made that decision, it hit me (I mean really hit me) that the terrible thing wasn’t spending too much money, on the one hand, or missing out on something I wanted, on the other hand. The tragedy was that I spent all that time thinking about boots.