It would be easy for me to fold up this little laptop and decide there are much more productive things to do be doing with my day. After all, there are a hundred more ways I could be more productive. But I’ve let myself forget how much I enjoy writing and I believe it’s time to make this a more regular practice. Because my silence no longer feels meditative but muted.
So, I’m going to write here every day for at least a while, until well, I don’t know until. Until I feel more flow-y I think.
I also feel bad that I’ve left my *ahem* little rant at the top of my page for over a month. I feel especially bad about it, because two weeks ago, I found myself with my teenaged daughter in the changing room area of American Eagle Outfitters. She in tears with a day of unmet expectations, having to go clothes shopping with her uncool mother, and a mirror that didn’t reflect back the reality she wanted to see.
The 20-something clerk came back to see how we were doing, unaware of the drama that was unfolding there. Once she got the gist of the situation, bless her heart, she went around the store and brought armloads of clothes in the correct sizes, better styles for my daughter’s body type, and even grouped things that could be layered. She told me how she had always resented her older sister for being thinner than her and gave my daughter a little side shoulder hug and “Aww, don’t cry sweetie.”
It was exactly what we needed. And although it still took a while for my daughter’s mood to lift, we found some clothes that worked.
And I was just so touched to witness a stranger come to the aid when there was a need.
So, 20-somethings I apologize for painting you all with same broad strokes. That one clerk has redeemed you.
You see, I can also use my blog for good.
American Eagle Outfitters, give that girl a raise!