Last weekend I went to the beach with the kiddos. When I was checking out at the souvenir shop, the woman asked for my ID to verify my credit card. I couldn’t find my ID, but while I was searching for it, the clerk said, “it’s okay, you look like an Angela De Los Santos, and you look honest.”
“Thanks!” I said. Then, not wanting to lie to this poor woman, I added, “I did steal something once.”
She looked at me like I was crazy… So did my daughter.
I continued, “When I was a kid, I stole a pair of shoes. I got them home, and I realized I had stolen two different shoes. I felt like a horrible person and a failure.”
“I considered that a sign from God that that was not the path for me.”
The clerk laid down on the counter and laughed.
I stole something once, in high school. When I was trying out how bad and destructive I could be to myself if I really tried.
Answer, “not very, cut your shit.”
A couple of years ago, I accidentally stole some Swedish fish my daughter ate in the grocery store while we shopped. I realized it after we left the store. Three weeks later, I was in the same store chain, at a different location, but I told the clerk, “Would you mind ringing these Swedish fish up and then returning them to the rack? I accidentally stole some from you a few weeks ago, and I want to be sure you get your money.”
That clerk looked at me like I was crazy too.
So I’ve swung way over to the other side now, but I was carrying this spot of guilt and shame on my soul.
Well, shame be gone. Although, now that I think of it, I should totally send that shoe store a check and an apology. “Hi, back in 1993…”
No, seriously, that’s happening.
Oh, and another thing? I’m a writer who enjoys the word “very,” and I don’t give a damn if it’s considered lazy.
Gonna’ kiss that shame good-bye too.
Free your soul, and have a very very very very very good weekend, y’all.
Angie, being Angie. A perfectly imperfect woman, daughter, friend, mother, and wife. I’m a lover and a fighter. I’m up, and I’m down. I succeed. I fuck up. (I cuss). I hope people see things here and in my writing they only think to themselves and are inspired to be unashamed of who they are.
Let’s live life… out loud.