I can’t imagine what I was thinking when I set my alarm for an un-Godly hour this morning in order to go out shopping. I’ve never been one to put much effort into a power-shopping spree and truth be told, I’d do just about anything shy of a gynecologists appointment rather than shop. I don’t love crowds, maybe it was my years of working at airports, I don’t know, but crowds really bother me. So what the heck was I thinking this morning, at “oh, dark thirty?”
Here’s what I did. I drove down to Kohl’s thinking I’d grab a few gifts and enjoy some of the early-bird specials they were advertising and I’d head home and still have time to make the morning meeting. The store was packed. It was 0500 and the store was PACKED! The sales were really amazing, so I thought I’d check it out. I walked around and grabbed a few things and then I went to stand in line. I stood in line for more than 45 minutes and had moved maybe 3 feet. I couldn’t take it so I left.
I probably had two hunderd dollars worth of items and I set them down and walked out the door and never looked back.
I hope next year I can remember how much I hated that experience so I don’t have to live through it again.
This year I don’t want to hate the holidays. I don’t want to feel rushed, or pushed or bumped into or ticked off. I just want to think of the reason for Christmas and what the meaning of Christmas is all about. I want to enjoy my first year with Dave and have time to count our blessings. I don’t think it’s going to be easy, but I’m willing to try.
