I went to the store today to pick up a few groceries. My list was small, maybe 10 items. Everything was going as planned.
I was making good progress, until…the “kid in me” started grabbing things that were not on the list. Do you know how embarrassing it was to argue with the “kid in me” in several aisles?
My list was growing and by the time I got ready to check out, well…let’s just say things had got a little out of control. My budget, my diet, my will power; all trashed by one “need to grow up kid in me.”
Next time I go to the grocery store, the “kid in me” is not going…well; I hope he doesn’t show up. Here’s hoping the “kid in you” is better behaved.