Mattress Shopping as an Analogy for Life?

I've been mattress shopping.

For a month.

I've actually ordered 3 separate mattresses, and then in a last minute of, "Oh no! What I have I done?" I canceled them. For various reasons. Not the right box spring, too expensive, and why the hell did I even consider buying a mattress online?

Sheesh.

The more I looked, the more my head spun. Have you ever tried comparing the price of mattresses? If you have, you know that tried is the operative word as mattresses are renamed from store-to-store and even from state to state. You can try comparing them by features but even then, it's not easy determining the difference between Eurotop and Pillowtop.

Well, for me at least.

Mattress shopping sucks.

Today, I resolved myself that this would be my final day of mattress shopping. I had to make a choice. I had to get a new comfy bed.

So I got up, got dressed, and headed to the store.

With my daddy of course.

And I laid on this mattress and that mattress. I declared them too firm, still not soft enough, and almost but not quite right.

Then..I found one that I liked!

The salesman suggested a price.

I suggested a lowered one.

(Ermh, well...my dad did.)

And he agreed!

So...

I bought a mattress!

Dang, mattresses are expensive.

Afterwards I started stressing...

Maybe I could have found something better. Maybe he charged me too much. Maybe I didn't need a mattress at all.

But tomorrow night...

fingers crossed...

I'm gonna have a good night's sleep.

And I refuse to stress it. No matter how big the purchase or what else this poor single mama could have done with the money. I am going to be happy that I made that big leap and move on with life, trusting that it was the right thing to do. I am going to be proud of myself for doing something for me.

If I were a better blogger, I would point out the analogy. Maybe something about how "settling" isn't always a bad thing. Or, maybe there is something to be said for just going for it. I might mention something about the importance of trusting yourself. I might assert that there are no guarantees in life. Expound upon the idea that a little support goes a long way...

If I were a better blogger I would connect all the dots, figure it out, and explain it all profoundly, poetically, and purposefully.

But I'm not a better blogger.

So this is what I have for you...

Mattress Shopping = Life

(maybe)