I gave up shopping…
I gave up shopping for lent. This seems funny, until you consider Jon gave up hot sauce. And our girls gave up cardboard boxes. The impetus behind giving up shopping came from a couple of different directions. One is that shopping is a form of therapy for me. Since I am working on Weight Watchers pretty hard core to drop the remainder of my baby weight from Mercy & Z, I no longer can use food as a source of solace. And
exercise has never been an escape for me, and giving up exercise would be like Lucy giving up bananas (she doesn’t eat them anyway). Shopping became the sand paper that made my life feel a little smoother.
So shopping it is. Simplicity, organization, budgeting, sustainability. Unknowingly I am addressing all of this in my life. It’s funny when one asks for the core issue, how sometimes it is actually revealed. Shopping for me is shiny, happy, invigorating, a competition, a game. Target is my drug, deals are my pride.
So I stopped it. I stopped dreaming “researching” for the next greatest deal. What I didn’t expect was the big void of space in my head, the massive amount of time I had left over. I was too busy and overwhelmed, and discovered some of it was from “trying to save money” by finding deals. I am a very frugal shopper, but like I said before, deals are like liquid ecstasy to me.
So it is done for at least 40 days. Have I said how much I love the season of lent. It is by far my favorite time of the year. Creating voids in my life that can be filled up with Christ and the sacrifice he made for me, and my family, and our world. My sacrifice, if you can even call it that, feels divinely inspired.
So it has been a week & 1/2 of no shopping, no on-line window shopping, no dreaming about what I want. I have found myself kind of looking around at various times with nothing to do. Wait, check that, plenty to do, but nothing that I really want to do. So it is reading the daily emails from The Journey, thanks Michael, and letting myself be kind of at loose ends. Sitting in that void and getting familiar with it, letting the echoes be loud and uncomfortable.
