This pissed me off. I mean, sure, we're wasteful, but that's our choice, right? The sifter and I made eye contact and I know he saw the dirty look I was giving him. As I shut the car off, I had it in my mind to tell him that it is not okay to go through our garbage, that I'm pretty sure it's illegal.
But as I stepped out of the car, he gingerly approached me, held up his hand in a surrender sort of way and said, "I'm sorry."
It hit me then that he had no malicious intent; he, like the rest of us, is just trying to survive. Sure, he's taking advantage of our wastefulness, but to him it might just be that night's dinner.
And here I am, worried that today's Fashion Friday picture isn't that great.
I'm a giant whorebag.
But I did give him the green light to help himself. And realized that, yet again, here I sit in judgement. I'm working on it.
So I guess my point is, I'm not going to whine about how I can't wear jeans and flip flops to work anymore. I'm not going to complain about how much or how hard I work.
Today, I'm thankful that life has not forced me, up to this point anyway, to sort through someone's trash just to survive. I am lucky in so many ways, the least of which is this fabulous gray sweater Sarah forced me to buy:
It's getting all sentimental and reflective up in here. Quick, someone say something funny.
Or just realize how great you have it.
Happy Friday.
5 comments:
Wow! I am grateful... perfect and timely post.
Loved it.
What a great story and I freaking LOVE the sweater and the boots are perfect with it too!
amazing how it takes a moment like that to make us realize what a bunch of whiners we all are.
Yadda, yadda, yadda...ARE THOSE MY GRAY BOOTS?!
NEVER and I do repeat NEVER wear ankle boots with anythig other than skinny jeans or leggings because the result will always be Cankles.(•cankle - An obese or otherwise swollen ankle that blends into the calf without clear demarcation.) As fashion savvy as you claim to be in in your narcissism I would have thought you might have known that.
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