Anyone who wears denim knows that there is a mostly unexplainable fine line between a perfect find, and perfectly WRONG. I don't know what it is, but we all know right and wrong when we see it, where our denimwear is concerned.
Well, today I found THE perfect denim jacket at Salvation Army. It made me look much cuter than nature intended. I giggled for several minutes at my cute self in the mirror. The cost? $6.50.
Then, I found brand new green jeweled sandals that made me gasp, and fit like they were made for my feet. $2.00.
When I giddily got them, along with my purchases for Pete and Kadison, to the check-out line, I knew immediately and unquestionably that I was meant to put them on the return rack and let someone else be delighted with them.
And I did.
I'm not saying I'm not still thinking about them. I'm devoting a damn BLOG to them!
But, I know they weren't meant to be mine.
And I don't know why.
I just know that my inner voice told me very clearly that these things were meant to bless someone else.
Don't get me wrong. I am fully aware that I am NOT that unselfish! I deserve no kudos for my self-restraint, my selflessness, my intuitive giving.
Pul Eeez.
Try to take my mint Oreos, beotch.
I just know that the things I've been working on learning are creating changes in my universe that I cannot deny.
I do not understand how my thrift-shop AHA moment has anything to do with anything. But I know that it happened, that I am listening, and that I am living in profound gratitude.
And whatever chick is going to be wearing my jacket and shoes must need more help in the cute department than I do.
I'm just sayin'.
I could fill several blogs with the interesting things I've been learning lately, but I know they are meant mostly for me, and anyone else would be too bored to read it all.
But, I don't think it's just happenening to me! Anyone else having growing bliss or growing pains lately? Tell me stuff, please! I'm a SPONGE! :)
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It's like you knew that the next chick to come along and finds these things would extract even greater joy from them. Who knows, a sweet get up found at a thrift store could save someone immeasurable mental anguish. It's funny the way the little things help (or hurt!) us.
ReplyDeleteThanks for sharing your AHA :) :) :)