I love a good thrift store. I love a bad thrift store too. It’s the thrill of the hunt and that moment you find treasure. Even if you don’t find any treasure there is always potential. Thrifting is an optimistic endeavor and maybe that is part of why I find it therapeutic. When I’m having a bad day I will go to the Goodwill around the corner from where I live and troll through the racks. There is something mindless and yet engaging about flipping through racks of clothes. It shuts my brain off while still keeping me involved in the world around me. Somehow the worries of the day…