Two evenings ago I was in my yard doing a little weeding when I noticed him... the clipboard man. He was walking down my street. I admit, my first thought was "I've got to get in the house so he doesn't ask me any questions" so I picked up my weeds and my little digger and headed for the door. Then all of a sudden, half way across the yard, I stopped. It hit me. Why was I running from someone who wants my opinion? As an American I couldn't believe what I was doing. I was giving up my right and my opinion that someone fought very hard to obtain for me. Why? Because I didn't want someone to ask me a few questions about my thoughts? Anyone who knows me knows that I am ALWAYS more than happy to give my opinion! So... I marched back over to my weeding spot and sat back down... weeds and all in hand. I held my head high as he approached two houses before me, then my neighbors, but for some reason he skipped mine. As he walked by I waved politely. Maybe he didn't want to disturb me and the flowers, maybe he had a pattern he was following, but I know one thing. The next time I see someone on a street corner or in a mall ready to ask me some questions, I will surely answer because it's just my thoughts on a clipboard.
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I like this new journal. I did, however, expect something about losing your leggings. Peace Chica!
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