There are some things, for me, that hold a strange allure of promise. This is a phenomenon that I can't even begin to explain without sounding like a total idiot, but I'll try. A new pack of crayons, a package of socks, the nail polish section of ULTA. There are just certain mundane things that I see in stores that promise to change something about my stupid little life for the time that I have them and they are new......Experts would probably classify this as a disease called hoarding. I, however, cannot resist the promise of a new pack of INDEX CARDS. In my mind, every single one of those cards is a succinct little story...it begins, it happens, and then it ends. Done! I need to commit to nothing more except the blank (or lined) space on that 3x5 card. So anyway......
