There are days when you need retail-therapy. These are the days where I don’t necessarily need or want anything, but I just know that walking around with my own thoughts in the mall is necessary. I’ve been incredibly stressed lately.
Junior year is rapidly approaching and while I am excited to get back to my home away from home at Bryant, I can already feel the stresses that come with that. My textbooks were posted. I was asked for my potential hours for my new job working in admissions as an Admission Fellow. I received an e-mail congratulating me on my nomination to apply for membership in Omicron Delta Kappa—a national leadership honor society. These are all good stresses (well, minus the textbooks, but you already read that rant) but I’m feeling them none the less.
Excitedly, I went home to tell my parents about ODK. I checked out the website, read about what the society is about, and realized what a big deal, and an honor, just being nominated was. I am absolutely going to apply for this amazing opportunity! Wish me luck, internet.
That’s when I thought to myself, I wonder if Charlotte Russe has any new shoes. I am a self-proclaimed shoe addict. Now, before you judge, I will tell you that I do not and will not spend over 50 dollars on a pair of shoes, most of the time I rarely spend over 40. I shop for bargains. Charlotte Russe has become both my best friend and my bank account’s worst enemy, because there is always a sale: Buy one pair, get one for 10 dollars.
Obviously, I wound up on the website. I think I started hyperventilating when I realized all their shoes were on sale for 20 dollars. Clearly, I headed to the store for my retail therapy. I told myself I was only allowed one pair.
I tried on about 20. I settled on a pair of black sandal wedges and headed to the register in my bliss. When I got home though, I realized that someone had written a message on the side of the box: Why stop dreaming when you wake up?
Now, we all know I love quotes and words and lyrics so this was obviously a sign. 1) buying shoes was, and is always, a great idea and 2) keep dreaming. I thought this was appropriate based on all that is ahead of me. Needless to say, I cut that side of the box off and stuck it into the memo board above my bed—always there to remind me to never stop dreaming.