I Spent $550 on Myself for the First Time in 10 Years and Felt Guilty for a Year

Last year, I bought something.

Something nobody else could use.

Not my kids, not my animals, not my little ranch house in the Valley.

Something that served no purpose except my own pleasure.

Something that cost $550. Which to me, if an item is solely mine? That’s “Kelly, this better change your fucking life” money.

It was the best purchase of my life.

I can defend this purchase with the kind of conviction reserved for arguments in murder trials. I can justify every dollar. I can explain why it was worth it in a way that makes sense..

Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, I present to you Exhibit A: