I bought sneakers. Burgundy ones. I told myself I should buy grey — sensible, neutral, “everyday.” But deep down, I wanted the burgundy. So I got them. For two days I wore them, and they hurt like hell. I thought, aha, that’s what I get for wanting something bold. Should’ve gone with grey. And then it hit me — the problem wasn’t the colour. The problem was the size. Life is like that, isn’t it? We think it’s about choosing grey or burgundy, when all along it’s about finding what truly fits