paralyzed (metaphorically speaking)Is there anyone else besides me who feels overwhelmed by the amount of choice available in your average store?
This evening I stopped by the local chain drugstore to look for something to help support my wrist. It's hurting less these days, so I am attempting a little more knitting, but I thought it would be nice to see what was available.
Also, my feet have been hurting during my morning walk. So I strolled over to the insoles.
Did I want the sports or work insoles? The gel? The massaging? Arch supports? Men or women? Trim to fit? I was overwhelmed by the shades of Dr. Scholl's blue.
There were so many choices that I was visually paralyzed. I did not buy any insoles.
I did find a small wrist support glove, which did come home with me. There were many choices in this area as well; this one at least had a helpful chart on the side to help me figure out what size I needed.
But I wonder how much of our society's uneasiness rests in feeling overwhelmed by the amount of choice and change offered to us for simple daily tasks. Perhaps we need the Good News for the lame, the blind and the paralyzed more than ever.