Or at least, that's what I did.

Okay, so it's not quite a mid-life crisis yet for me -- perhaps a quarter-life crisis? -- but I definitely needed the retail therapy. I hopped into my car (at which point I told myself I should go to the Porsche dealer and buy myself a Boxster), drove toward the ocean (thinking I would go sit on the veranda of one of the swanky beach hotels and have an early afternoon cocktail), and ended up in a shoe store. I spent all of 45 minutes there, and bought a couple, nay, several, pairs of wholly unnecessary shoes. A pair of gold and bronze pumps to fill in the metallics whole in my Spring wardrobe, a pair of peep-toe espadrilles with a platform wedge heel, and two pairs of black leather pumps with "Wicked Witch of the West" toes and skyscraper heels. You know it's definitely madness managing the mind when you buy two pairs of shoes that look almost identical.

So what do you do when you're having a mid-life quarter-life any kind of crisis?