Whenever I write a service story, I always write with two goals in mind. The first goal is that, of course, the reader takes something away from the piece that helps them feel happier with their life — more organized or calm or confident. The second goal, however, is usually to remind myself of whatever I’m […]
It’s 4 p.m. on a Sunday. You’ve happily wasted the morning, flipping through Fixer Upper re-runs, wondering if you too could someday live in a farm in Waco, Texas (you decide yes, but are still unsure if you could care for goats — you will return to this thought later). You were going to work out, but the only clean workout clothes are those yoga pants you really hate, so you decide to put it off until tomorrow. And suddenly it hits you, a natural instinct so powerful that you’re completely sure you need to turn off the TV and get in your car immediately, Chip & JoJo be damned. You know, deep in your soul, one thing and one thing only: You have to go to Target.