hang with me folks, this is more of a quick random journal entry/vent but it should give you an idea of where my mind is at lately.
My quest for a pressure cooker took me to the
Something about Fred’s class and the discussion topic had me feeling especially crummy. So as I entered in the Ross store, I immediately felt my anxiety level rise and guilt from being aware of where all that stuff comes from.
I couldn’t tell which was worse, the knowledge that everything I was attracted to (because I like stuff just like everyone else does) had to come from somewhere far, far away, (by hands that do no enjoy the leisure time at a keyboard, like mine do) and if I hadn’t done such a good job of dissociating myself from the real cost of "the stuff" I really wouldn’t want it, OR despite that knowledge, I still wanted "the stuff".
There was no pressure cooker at the Ross, or the TJ Maxx or even the Costco. By the end of my errand in that shopping center, I was ready to be hit by a truck--I felt so helpless.
They say ignorance is bliss. Sometimes, I believe that.
I headed over to the Centerville DI to complete another errand of dropping off my unwanted items and within a second of entering the store, my blood pressure went down and I felt at ease. I Love the DI.
Next stop: the locally owned Dicks for a sugar cookie- handmade in the bakery by college kids.