#Value

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I read an article and it was all about how to tell what, or who, people value.  And one of the tests was to look at our email inbox and see which emails had been read.  It made my heart race to take the challenge:

 
The results left me bemused.  I don't check my personal email every day, but I specifically checked today because I was hoping Maria had gotten back to me.
 
Our email exchange reminds me of studying in Spain 15 years ago when we would email every day from our respective college campuses (because we didn't have email anywhere else!)
 
I smiled wide as I read each word, and then re-read.   We don't see each other often, but I've known her since I was 11, so she's family.  She's one of the few friends I have that I actually invite to family functions.  She knows we put the fun in dysfunctional so I'm no longer embarrassed by some of my family's antics or very, very loud discussions.
 
I laughed a little when I saw that I had opened the email from Sephora. I always, always, always open my emails from Sephora.   I love their articles on skin care, I love seeing what's new in skincare and cosmetics, I love new palettes (salivating over the new UD palette), and I love anything and everything with SPF because I have an un-nerving fear of skin cancer and pre-mature aging. 
 
Sephora is like my little piece of Heaven on Earth.  I'm not a great artist, but I feel like a little Picasso when I run my fingertips over the sample shades.
 
I have no idea why Kaiser Permanente made the cut, and clearly Old Navy is all about my little nudist. Those flash sales they have?  Wow.  I'm always so keen to see what I can score for Say and the kids I know come birthdays and Christmas.  The kids in my life can usually expect their clothes to come from Old Navy.  They make theeee cutest threads.
 
So that's my inbox.  There are all of my deepest darkest values laid our before you.
 
What do you value?
 
 

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