Shopping for clothes is not my happy place. The moment I walk into TJ Maxx, it’s like I’ve entered a labyrinth of clingy hangers, fluorescent lights, and racks crammed with too many options. Like they’re daring me to make a decision.  I freeze in place, my brain locking up like my laptop with too many tabs open. My pulse picks up, my breath gets shallow, and a rash starts creeping up my neck. That’s my signal. It’s time to head for the nearest bookstore. Once I recover from the sensory overload and manage to unfreeze, my shopping Continue Reading