I got to thinking about this bike rack I refused to buy because it looked like way too much bother.

Anything that requires me to read a user’s manual, well, I I just don’t need it badly enough. 

Yet, if I hadn’t been nagged to death to buy the damn thing; if I hadn’t succumbed to peer pressure, my life would look nothing like it does now. 

Who knew that love and success and abundance could be tied back to the most inconsequential thing, the most inconsequential action.