I’m not vocal about Black Friday but the day itself stings a little. My mom had her accident on Black Friday 12 years ago. I had never shopped before on that day and I sure as heck wasn’t going to support the practice after her death.
It is normally a day reserved for unplugging and making memories with my family and friends. The kids and I drink our orange juice out of special Christmas goblets that were from my mom. We crank the Oak Ridge Boys Christmas CD. I sit back and watch them decorate the bottom of the tree. Because Thanksgiving was later than usual this year, we did all of those activities the weekend before so I was searching for another way to be busy that day.
My new favorite “me time” activity is to attend a weekly yoga class. I have never really done yoga before but started attending a class the last week in September and have gone every week since then. I love it.
So along with two friends, we went to that yoga class. It was amazing.
Well, I can’t go to yoga without getting a coffee afterwards so I then took my friends along to one of my favorite little coffee shops.
And I couldn’t imagine not showing them my friend’s clothing boutique so we took our coffee to go. Of course we couldn’t pass up trying on and falling in love with several items.
It wasn’t until I got home that I realized I just did the thing I vowed I would never do. I shopped on Black Friday. But as I thought about my purchases, I thought of the three amazing women who own these businesses. I wasn’t going against a vow to boycott Black Friday. I lovingly went out into the world, shared a great day with my friends, and supported small town business owners.
We may have found a new tradition.