I do. Maybe it’s because I’m an introvert. Maybe it’s because I have an overactive imagination and I can see all the ways being bold can go terribly, terribly wrong.Â In any case, I had a boldness-possible situation today.
Confronted with an ever-growing list of needed Target item, I decided if I didn’t go today, the list would just keep growing until it took me five trips to carry everything up from my parking spot.
That thought (and some coffee, of course) gave me the motivation I needed â€“ I threw on my purple chucks, grabbed my lime green purse, and caught a lift down from Homer. Ten minutes later, I was wandering into Target.
The lady in front of me stopped just inside the doors, telling the salesperson she was looking for her sister, so I maneuvered around her to grab a cart and went on my merry way. Though maybe not so merry — after a few feet, my cart let out a robust â€œwacka-wacka-whirrrrr.â€ Oh well, I thought. At least people will know I’m coming, right? (Sometimes I try to look on the bright side…)