(photo by recovering lazyholic)
I had a wee epiphany today as I wheeled my cart across the parking lot to its outdoor corral. I looked at a sea of wayward carts... in the grass, in a parking spot, by the garbage, collectively giving Target one big middle finger, and decided to give myself a little pat on the back for never fearing the cart walk, for consistently giving it a go and not taking the easy way. A small victory in an effort to not feel like one of the laziest gals roaming among you. I think this is what some people call "baby steps".