I went to the mall on Friday. Yes, I really did. In this Thought Cookie, I muse on what we are all seeking, and what I am seeking, too, especially this time of year.
I loved so many things about this, Emily. This, "We were practically begging to be exploited, to hand over our hard-earned money for a chance to fit in well or fabulously stand out in the most acceptable way possible." and this, It’s a too-bright, too-loud, too-much time of year." and this,
"I want to purchase every single thing on my daughters’ Christmas lists and feel like a success at this consumeristic game." I also loved "the sun sunning up."
I too felt just like you -- can I just give in to the game? It's soooo much easier, until it isn't. And then it's just a little sad and a lot tiring. I almost bought these blankets for my mom, a dear friend and my husband. I got one as a gift and it's deliciously soft and heavy. As I debated whether or not to buy them, I wondered _why_ I was doing it. And I recognized that I wanted to give them something that would make them know how much I loved them. I left my shopping cart with the cursor hovered above the go button and called my mom instead.
Thank you, dear one. I love your story about purchasing the blankets. So interesting to trace the intention to its source in that moment. I am so grateful for your readership and friendship. You always give me insight and spark me!
I loved so many things about this, Emily. This, "We were practically begging to be exploited, to hand over our hard-earned money for a chance to fit in well or fabulously stand out in the most acceptable way possible." and this, It’s a too-bright, too-loud, too-much time of year." and this,
"I want to purchase every single thing on my daughters’ Christmas lists and feel like a success at this consumeristic game." I also loved "the sun sunning up."
I too felt just like you -- can I just give in to the game? It's soooo much easier, until it isn't. And then it's just a little sad and a lot tiring. I almost bought these blankets for my mom, a dear friend and my husband. I got one as a gift and it's deliciously soft and heavy. As I debated whether or not to buy them, I wondered _why_ I was doing it. And I recognized that I wanted to give them something that would make them know how much I loved them. I left my shopping cart with the cursor hovered above the go button and called my mom instead.
Thank you, dear one. I love your story about purchasing the blankets. So interesting to trace the intention to its source in that moment. I am so grateful for your readership and friendship. You always give me insight and spark me!