It was a typical Monday afternoon. I was just entering my 3:00pm slump, which is usually remedied with a Sugar Free Go Girl and a pack of mini red vines. As I walked back from the market with my goodies in tow, I couldn’t shake that feeling.

The feeling of blah.

Granted, it was a Monday, which are typically blah to begin with. But this was a different blah, one that craved a solution. As I sat at my desk chugging my Go Girl, I began to ponder what was wrong with me. I wasn’t tired (thanks to the Go Girl), or hungry (thanks to the red vines). Where was this blahness coming from? I just wanted to feel alive. I wanted to be inspired. I wanted to go somewhere and do something. And then it hit me.

I wanted to go to Goodwill.

Now I realize for most people, Goodwill is the last place they want to go after a long day at work. Probably because those people are incapable of seeing the potential in someone else’s unwanted treasures. But you see, that’s the beauty of the process. It’s easy to go to the mall and pick out items you like. They are right smack in front of you, glistening in all their brand-new glory, screaming “buy me buy me!!”

But I ask you—where’s the fun in that? Where’s the challenge? Where’s the HUNT?

Goodwill, on the other hand, is where the magic happens. It is full of treasures waiting to be rescued, and full of nothings to turn into somethings. It’s all about the hunt. The adventure. The risk of not finding anything at all. The chance of finding everything at once. Who knows what will happen? It’s Goodwill! The possibilities are practically endless.

And if you’re lucky, you just might find a $5 dress and a $3 globe to bring home…