Tonight I’m heading out to watch Prince play at a small 1,100 seat theater. I’m over-the-moon-ecstatic about the singing, dancing and happiness that’s sure to ensue.
Unfortunately, grooving to Prince doesn’t come cheap. When I told people I was going to the concert, I received one of two reactions: “Whoa, that’s expensive” or “Whoa, you love Prince, that’s going to be awesome.”
I nodded my head to both reactions because I understand that Prince isn’t awesome to everyone but that he is awesome to me.
It’s a somewhat pricey experience, but one that will undoubtedly raise my happiness quotient.
I didn’t always think that way.
Historically, when faced with a choice between something cheap and something expensive, I would unfailingly veer towards the middle, thinking that a compromise was better than under or over-indulging.
I would go shopping and think, “Yes, four pairs of…
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