I have found that I'm a fan of this new age of internet consumerism. It’s instant gratification for my MTV generation soul. I love online sales and anything that has to with buying things on the cheap. I can't help it. It’s the "frugal" (read: cheap) German in me. I'll buy things I don't even need. Like 3 dresses. I don't wear dresses. But I buy them under the pretense that there will be an occasion where I would need to wear a dress. It's my inner prognosticator coming out.
As I am an online shopper, it's obvious that I will be pegged by my choices in shopping. Maybe I forgot to uncheck a box somewhere, and now I've been bombarded with various catalogues.
So I came home the other night after watching some fantastic tv goregasm of Project Runway, I found a new catalogue neatly rolled and slotted between the staircase rails. Athleta, it read. Athleta? I flipped through the pages, scanning quickly as I like to do before I throw the crap away. I became intrigued. It wasn't the usual hawking of over priced clothes.
Instead, it was pamphlet of various shades of antimicrobial work out gear directed towards the spiritual athlete.
Then I thought, as I looked down at my paunch, that ain’t me. Boy did they get their marketing research wrong…
But what if they didn’t? What if this is the cosmos telling me that its time for me to get off my duff and make a difference in my life?
I’m resolved to get back on my yoga kick. Or start up T’ai Ch’i. Maybe train for a mini-triathlon. Something. I just need to get my head right.
As I am an online shopper, it's obvious that I will be pegged by my choices in shopping. Maybe I forgot to uncheck a box somewhere, and now I've been bombarded with various catalogues.
So I came home the other night after watching some fantastic tv goregasm of Project Runway, I found a new catalogue neatly rolled and slotted between the staircase rails. Athleta, it read. Athleta? I flipped through the pages, scanning quickly as I like to do before I throw the crap away. I became intrigued. It wasn't the usual hawking of over priced clothes.
Instead, it was pamphlet of various shades of antimicrobial work out gear directed towards the spiritual athlete.
Then I thought, as I looked down at my paunch, that ain’t me. Boy did they get their marketing research wrong…
But what if they didn’t? What if this is the cosmos telling me that its time for me to get off my duff and make a difference in my life?
I’m resolved to get back on my yoga kick. Or start up T’ai Ch’i. Maybe train for a mini-triathlon. Something. I just need to get my head right.
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