I recently tried to buy a pair of replacement boots. I selected the right size and colour from the only available options on the Amazon page but was sent a different size altogether. What then ensued was a to and fro about EU verses UK sizes with the marketplace seller not taking responsibility for what was clearly their mistake. Not helped by language challenges (the supplier is based in Germany) I tried to keep calm through the various email exchanges. But I failed. Miserably.
Should I just let things go? Doesn’t it matter that I have the wrong boots? Is it fair that I have to go through the pain of re-packaging them, taking them to the post office, re-ordering them all of which take time?
It might not be fair but, at one level, it doesn’t matter. Not in the grand scheme of things.
Yes, if I insist on the world being the way that I expect it to be, I should do battle when it doesn’t. But if I remember that all that is at stake here is my misguided idea that life is/should be predictably as I would like it then I should let go, chill, enjoy my trip to the Post Office and wait for the boots which will give me years of pleasure.
Pain is inevitable, suffering is optional.
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Hope you’re doing well. Just a line to say that I’m really appreciating your blog posts these days. They bring welcome micro doses of normality and humanity into an otherwise topsy turvy world. Keep it up!
All the best
That is so kind of you to say so Stephen. I hope things aren’t too topsy turvy in your particular bit!
Thank you for your snippets of life which is relevant after ordering new boots from Amazon yesterday!
I trust the size will be as ordered….
I hope you have better luck than I did!