I was flipping through old posts and two thoughts occurred to me. My first thought was, “Good lord, I was truly horrible at this.” There isn’t much to add to that.
The second thought was more of a feeling, the warmth of nostalgia that washed over me. Were my subscription boxes great? I would have to objectively say no. Now that I know what I want and need, there is little value to a handful of random, sometimes full sized products.
But it’s akin to looking back to a middle school project or maybe a yearbook. Old friends I no longer speak to, some people I mistook for friends, a little trauma and embarrassment. But at the core there is just this appreciation for a simpler life where we weren’t afraid to sit next to each other and there was no concern with how much face would come off on my mask. My inner consumer is starting to get pretty loud in my ear and it is just screaming “CHRISTMAS!!! It’s almost CHRISTMAS!!”
Time to walk back into work with this thing on my face that I cannot determine if it is smile, grimace, or a facial cringe.
