Rush. When did you get your best rush of the year?
The word, ‘rush’ has multiple meanings. There’s rush, as in a rush to get from point a to point b…there’s a rush as in a natural high, that great feeling one gets when something great or inspiring has happened… and then there’s rush as in a plant (yes, this is true, I tell no lie). All of that said, I am going to go with the second meaning in regards to this question.
My best rush was being able to fit into clothes I never imagined being able to wear in my life. That feeling when you are trying on a pair of pants that you are sure is too small for your figure, yet they fit is like no other. I experienced this particular rush while up in New York this past Fall visiting family and friends. I had gone shopping with one of my aunts one afternoon. We were entering stores I had only previously wished I could shop in. Having been the girl who wore size 18/20 most of her life, even considering a single digit size of clothing was unthought of in my mind. Never did I think that I would be wearing clothes eight sizes smaller, this thought or consideration never even entered my thoughts.
So, this particular day in New York, trying on a pair of pants that my aunt insisted would fit me, in a size that I did not even reach for was a big deal. Inside that dressing room, I slide on the pair of khaki pants, right leg first, then the left. Pulling the pants up to my waist, I the rush began all at once. As I buttoned the two buttons on the pants, the excitement within me quickly arose. They fit! They really fit me! I was beyond stunned and full of happiness. As I opened the dressing room door to reveal myself to my aunt, I was grinning from ear to ear. This was definitely going to be a moment in my life that I would never forget. What a great feeling.
This post is a part of Gwen Bell’s Best of 2009 Challenge.