Letting go of the monkey bars

I bought this new coffee I have because I was early (yes) to meet a friend. The first store that I walked into was a fancy boutique clothing store, and I was like “yeah maybe i’ll see something really awesome and spend $50  on a one of a kind shirt.” After I looked at the first piece of ragged organic fabric priced in the hundredzzz$$$$$ well…

The very pleasant sales girl starts to give her speech about what items are on sale and I just had to be honest and say I was just killing time. Another way of being honest about “just looking.” She wasn’t trying to hover or anything so I guess people are pretty into that one of a kind overpriced drama teacher looking clothing.

I decided I should kill time elsewhere which led me to the thousand villages store. I think i’m getting the name wrong, but it’s the store where some percentage of the profits actually go to the woman in Nigeria that harvested your coffee for you or painted the word “energy” on a smooth stone. As it should?

I was very soothed by the music playing and the incense smell and yet another eager sales girl who told me in a calm voice about their half off sale. I just nodded my head to signify the words “perfect, great.” I did consider buying a stone shaped like a heart that said “love” on it, but I decided a more practical purchase that actually showed some kind of love would be coffee. They were pushing me to sample it even after it was already in my woven basket. In retrospect I’m wondering if they thought I wouldn’t like it or if I looked like a zombie. I was like no thanks, I’m just going to buy it.

drinking coffee

I had initially been mulling over whether to become (yet again) the person I never thought I’d become- the biggest dorkiest Spanish teacher ever- and buy one of those global sounds CD’s. I just thought that it would make me feel nice and cultural when I listened to it, and I’d also have a solid retort as to why I would not put Drake on Pandora and only later realize that there is a “clean” option.  The conversation would go something along the lines of “well you already think I’m bogus, so…shut up and listen to the sounds of the Andes.”

Something has been happening lately where I am very in tune to what is soothing and calming to me. This should really be a Post Secret because it is weird to admit, but I find watching people blow dry their hair at the gym to be really calming. It looks so easy when they do it. When I do it it takes me 3 hours because I have to take breaks so I’m not a sweaty frizzy mess. I seriously plan my whole day around when I’m going to be able to wash and therefore have to dry my hair.

blow out

I mean that girl is a model, but that is how everyone else I’ve ever seen blow dry their hair looks except for me! The same sentiment applies to people putting on makeup. I love watching that. People take such care in smoothing on creams and  powders. I just get frustrated that I have to wear makeup to look decent.

perspective

Then again, my problems could be way worse. I boo hoo about a lot of things at work, about money,etc. But really…I’m doing pretty good.

besos

monkey bars

 

 

 

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One comment

  1. I hope you liked the Ten Thousand Villages store. I did enjoy wandering around in it. Not that I bought much but it was fun to look. Love, Aunt Marge

    On Sun, Feb 7, 2016 at 9:17 AM, slow paseo wrote:

    > slow paseo posted: “I bought this new coffee I have because I was early > (yes) to meet a friend. The first store that I walked into was a fancy > boutique clothing store, and I was like “yeah maybe i’ll see something > really awesome and spend $50 on a one of a kind shirt.” Afte” >

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