Before you all yell at me, I know that I recently wrote a post about buying pajamas and now, I’m going to write about not shopping.
I really have stopped shopping. There were no Christmas gifts this year and no after Christmas sale shopping (except for the pajamas which I literally didn’t own).
Recently there was an article in the NYTimes about not shopping for a year. I was intrigued. Could I do it? Did I want to try it? I don’t like giving myself ultimatums, which, like resolutions, seem to disappear into the air. But since I don’t shop much, not shopping wasn’t going to be difficult.
If you were to visit me, you would say my home is minimalist in decor and uncluttered. I’ve gone digital with books, music and movies. It’s been exhausting both physically and emotionally to Kon Mari everything (“Does it bring me joy?”) and then have numerous garage sales to get rid of things from my previously big family life. I’m not inclined to bring anything new into my life after spending so much time and effort getting rid of it. Not to mention the amount of money I spent to buy it in the first place.
I can report that not shopping has been a refreshing and pleasant surprise. I’m not getting in the car to go to and fro. I’m not spending time in the white noise of malls and stores looking for things, looking through stuff.
The lack of shopping stimulation makes me feel free in a way I never imagined. I have a fresh mind and more energy. I’ve started reading a lot.
There’s a new tranquility in my life now. I didn’t realize it was absent before. I’m happy not to be visually stimulated by things I really don’t want to look at. I’m not spending money; I’m saving it. I’m more content than ever with what I have.
Now when there’s something I need, I think, oh darn, I have to go shopping.
P.S. I’m impressed by the date on my KonMari post – 2014. I’m an early adopter! One of the things I want to concentrate on is not throwing out food. I have to meal plan better.
P.P.S. Last night the article on Uma Thurman speaking her angry mind broke in the New York Times. My. Oh my.