Go to Target

I had a brief but powerful interaction with a person who exuded such a soul sucking energy, that my daughter (who was with me when we encountered the doppelganger for The Wicked Witch of the West) could not get past it.

      We needed something, something to shift our energy away from the dark side and back into the light. Now, this was not what was on our minds when we had to go to Target for an errand. We were simply finishing up the “To Do” List with a run to Target (or is it “target” now? What’s with the uppercase to lowercase letter change?)

      My daughter noted, shortly after we were there, having passed the clothing section, and noting a whole lot of ugly, that she felt so much better. She said, “Woah. It’s like Target readjusted my energy. It’s not positive, it’s like neutral.”

     I was surprised to find, that it had done the same for me. We observed the various shoppers, and they too looked “neutral.” Yep, it’s “Target Energy.”

     Feeling down? Go to Target? Having a bad day? Go to Target. Spent too much time with Energy Vampire people? Go to Target.

      It’s bizarre! Have you ever felt giddy with delight in that store? Or, has it been more like a, “Cool-they had what I needed” kind of vibe?

     Okay, I never go in to Target and just get what I came in for originally. I’m okay with that. Maybe that’s part of the “Target Energy.”

     Try it! Let me know if it “does it” for you. And, for my readers Across the Pond, try your equivalent of Target. (I wish I knew what that store was, but I don’t. Maybe you don’t have those??)

      Now, it’s not like I go there a lot. Prior to having a child (who is now 23) I had never even been to Target. I had heard people talk about it in glowing terms, but could not imagine why I would need to go there. Now, what would I do without Target? I mean, seriously, now I am utilizing it as a mood enhancer.

      I just have to walk the aisles. I don’t even need to buy anything to achieve the “Target Effect.” Hey, if I really want to feel good, it’s out into nature for me. But, as a woman, I do not feel safe doing so alone. Sad, sad but true. Damn all you psycho evil people. Noooo-not you my readers! You know, the people who threaten the safety of women. Uh oh, I may need to go to Target after this post to neutralize the enraged energy I just generated by pondering my inability to wander outside alone.

      The Target Effect…I wonder if their marketing people know about this? Hey, if you read my piece, do me a favor and hit the “heart.” It doesn’t mean you liked it (but of course I hope you did), but it means you read it. I appreciate the read. Drop me a line below. I do so love the stories and reactions of others. Thank you!