Yesterday I ventured out to purchase three large plastic storage containers. Just making the decision to spend the morning at the mall was a big one for me, because, believe me, I haven’t been shopping for months. I stopped going over a year ago when I decided that I didn’t need any new stuff and that I wanted to save my money for travel and rent at my cottage by the sea. It is amazing, all the things I don’t need, which was brought home to me as I stood in line waiting for the next available sales person—in no way was I tempted to grab one of those sale item gadgets and put in my cart.
My shopping expedition was successful. I had my little list of things I really needed besides the plastic boxes, and for the most part I stuck with the list. For example, I bought some plastic sleeves to preserve some of my mom’s papers that I’m going through. Our toilet seat cracked, so I purchased a new one. I splurged on a vente decaf latte at Starbucks. Not on the list, however, was a brown belt. I’ve lived without one for over a year, but there is was, a good price, and so into the cart it went.
I’m reminded of “Yogisms”--f you don’t go into a store, there’s no way you’ll walk out with something.
My shopping expedition was successful. I had my little list of things I really needed besides the plastic boxes, and for the most part I stuck with the list. For example, I bought some plastic sleeves to preserve some of my mom’s papers that I’m going through. Our toilet seat cracked, so I purchased a new one. I splurged on a vente decaf latte at Starbucks. Not on the list, however, was a brown belt. I’ve lived without one for over a year, but there is was, a good price, and so into the cart it went.
I’m reminded of “Yogisms”--f you don’t go into a store, there’s no way you’ll walk out with something.