$55

Yesterday I did something for myself that I haven't done in years.

I purchased brand new clothing. Even though we've never been poor, I have still always preferred thrift store shopping, and I like to joke that I'm like that because we all know I'm gonna mess up my clothing anyways. I'd rather openly have fun and play, while rolling around in mudd or down giant grassy hills instead of worrying about my $200 pants.

I went to Fred Meyer last night to purchase a few things for our household and saw the clothing section. Thought, "Eh.... maybe you do deserve a brand new shirt for once... and you've spent most of your life in someone's leftovers." I want to look halfway decent for the fundraiser dinner on Sunday.

Found two that I liked and fit me well. I wasn't expecting thrift store prices but I almost crapped myself in the dressing room when I looked at the price tags. S%@#!

Thinking, "We can't afford this! This could be a Comcast bill, or put towards my maxed out credit card, or put towards our past due medical bills."

But then I looked at myself in the mirror. I was wearing my husband's sweat pants, my husband's t-shirt, and my husband's hoodie. And I looked like shit. And I don't deserve to feel like shit.

So yes, I put that $55 worth of two shirts back into my cart and discarded all my feelings of guilt, because after all we've been through, I was shaking my head for even questioning if my happiness and pride is worth $55.

Yes, Jacee, you are worth at least $55.