The way I aimlessly wander through the aisles of Target is a lot like how I spend my least gratifying days of motherhood. For better or for worse, I lose sight of my purpose and by afternoon settle on just doing better tomorrow. Maybe there is a list but there is no plan and I already know that I’ll be in a battle with myself for presence.
As I set my purse in my cart and walk through the doors, I am resolved. I’m just going to fill my cart with what I need. I’m not going to be distracted.