A Love Letter

A Love Letter

Dear Me,

(Oh yes, dear me) I know you are sitting here, right now, trying to figure out what and how to write to yourself, but it’s something you need to do. You need to put into words some of the thoughts that run through your head on a continual basis, to make them concrete and visible so that you can start to assess their value. (Like an exercise in KonMari-ing, you gotta get rid of the things that do not spark joy.)

I know that every day you wake up a little bit tired. Today you woke up having not slept through the middle section of the night, not because your kids woke you, but because your husband needed you- he had something in his eye that he needed you to look at. And you love him for seeking your help, gosh knows your connection these days is so thin what with the kids and their needs, it felt good to be needed, it felt good to nurture him. But then of course, when the aid was given, you could no longer sleep, and in fact lost sleep worrying that he was in pain and/or that he would need to go to the hospital in the morning… rendering your one work day alone without kids unworkable. But that was a selfish thought, so you put that right out of your head, read a book until sleep took you at 5 am. And thankfully, in the morning, to his surprise your castor oil eye remedy had worked and he was off to work taking the kids to Nana’s. You sighed a huge sigh of relief.

Now you sit here trying to accomplish all the things on the to-do list, but there really isn’t enough time. You’re panicking. Stop and breathe.

And you’re pissed because you received yet another piece of camera equipment (you so looked forward to it’s arrival- again) that failed to be the right thing and so you spent too long working on the returning and the re-purchasing with additional research time. All of that was not in the plans. You are thinking you wasted an entire hour. Put that out of your mind. It needed to be taken care of, and you did. I said, put it out of your mind.

And there is a stack of laundry you need to do, the hubs is down to his emergency underwear, and you haven’t laid hands on one of those full-to-the-brim hampers yet. You’ll get to it, let it go.

But first, there’s the website work you need to do, the updates to social media, your business accounting (yay, you had business to account for!!), this is what you LOVE, this is what this day is for, DO IT.

I know that at the same time you are aware that you have no plans for dinner and they need to be made…maybe a trip to the store is in order. Or maybe left overs will suffice!

But you still can’t stop thinking, because on the way to helping a friend by watching her kid for an hour or so ( you are overjoyed to be able to help her, by the way, another mama who had the courage to ask for the help she needs. YES!), you need to quickly stop by UPS to return that dang item you mis-ordered. It’s a simple thing, it will be done, LET IT GO.

You’ve already forgotten what was on your list of things to buy if you go to the grocery store….but you don’t have the energy to try to retrieve it from the recesses of your brain, so you are going to hope it comes back to you when you walk through those Safeway doors (though you know, in all reality, it won’t, and instead you will wander aimlessly through the aisles. You know you should make a list, but you won’t. THAT’S OK.).

I want to say to you, Me, that you are not alone. That’s number one, and I know you know it. Many mamas at this very moment are dealing with the same mental burden, are feeling just as insane and garbled and tired. It doesn’t change your reality to know you are not alone, but it feels really good to be part of a tribe. You know the value of other mamas’ work, therefore, your work has value too, AND DON’T YOU FORGET IT.

Number two, is that your life is blessed. Despite the frustrations and the exhaustion, you’ve got this, and you’ve got the most amazing little people who, even in your worst state, delight you. On a daily basis you stare at them in wonder and want to gobble them up/laugh with joy/squeeze them/ tease them/listen to them/ reprimand them/teach them. You do not want a life without them. Accept it and embrace it. This is an incredible chapter in your life- LIVE EVERY MOMENT! ( but don’t beat yourself up when you can’t).

Number three, STOP STRESSING OUT ABOUT EVERYTHING! You cannot feed your family perfect, pure foods all the time. You cannot come up with the best most stimulating activities every day. You will make wrong decisions about life things, and everyone will still be okay. You may lose your sh*& now and then, but that will not scar them for life (or even for half an hour). You cannot fully engage with them 24/7. You are HUMAN.

You recently started a challenge to turn down media in favor of engagement with real life. You are in the second week of failing miserably at it. Good for you. Let me repeat: you are HUMAN. You are tired, and sometimes depressed, and tired…did I say that already? Sometimes you need to give in to temptation/zoning out, and that is okay. The time will come when motivation again kicks you into high gear.

Good on you for playing your ukulele, getting out there to see friends and chat with strangers. You are wonderful. Now shut the F up monkey mind and let you, Me, do whatever the heck you want to do today, sans stress.

Amen.

Sincerely,

S

PS. Ask for help when you need it. Knowing when you need help is half the battle: You need help, trust me.

 

Shades of Depression?

It’s honestly ridiculous what runs through my head as soon as my husband drives away with the kids to drop them off at Nana’s for the day. I instantly become slammed with so many thoughts of what to do, that I shut down. Complete system failure.

Here’s a sampling of today’s thoughts: Okay, they’re gone, yay, time to work…but breakfast first…ack, better get that load of laundry done-oh god the house is a frickin’ mess but NO, this is my work day I need to work on the business, but what will Nat think when he gets home and it’s still a mess…forget him, I feel stressed by this mess…oh shit, okay I’ll tidy while I listen to a few songs I want to learn on ukulele that’ll be doubly productive oh and man does that garbage stink I’ll just take that out and on the way organize the shoes…man why is everyone’s clothes on the floor? I’ll just put those in the hamper that is RIGHT BESIDE this floor pile standing empty GRRRRRRRRRR oh that was quick no sweat off my back looks good already oh man, now that the toys are cleared I can see all the crumbs they left I’ll just get out the vaccuum , oops I haven’t had breakfast better get some toast going and oh yeah I need to send out that contract to my new client and….

So yeah, I sometimes just shut down. It’s hard to deal with the onslaught, the “mental load” as it’s been termed.

What did I do to reboot? Last week I crawled back into bed and slept for another hour or two (probably the best thing I could have done). Today: Coffee and some ukulele playing.

So, no, I didn’t quite coffee this week. I went as far as looking in Whole Foods for this mushroom coffee I hear tell of…super good for you, tastes like coffee but with none of the bad side effects like jitteriness. I have serious doubts, but was willing to try…only WF did not have it, and so there the attempt ended. Maybe I’ll try again next week. I don’t seem to be very motivated.

One day for myself is not enough. It’s kind of a tease…a very helpful day that I am very grateful for but that I need more of. It’s hard to switch from work/inspiration mode back to mom and I am seriously dragging these days, lacking energy and enthusiasm. Some days I’m downright crabby and quick to snap. I feel like a toddler myself sometimes. When I’m in this state of feeling cross and defeated, I don’t have much will power. I think I took my cell to bed with me twice this week. I just did not want to use my will power. I ended up watching this documentary on Netflix called “When the Bough Breaks” about post partum depression. I never had post partum depression, but I still could entirely relate; I think all mom’s experience shades of it from time to time: the feeling that you can’t go on, that you want to curl up into a ball and not leave your bed. I’ve had many a day when I woke up, got out of bed and looked at the trash heap that is my house after one day of not tidying, and I wanted to just run screaming from the room, that or just lie prone on the floor. I’ve had thoughts like, ‘I have to feed these kids…every day…multiple times a day….how am I going to do this? I don’t want to do this. I want to quit.’ But then, of course, I don’t quit, I power through. It’s not the case for true post partum. I was in tears watching this flick at 2am. Yeah, 2 am. Not good.

So, yeah, not killing it at this challenge so far. I just get so worn out that I say ‘Fikit, I am not going to try right now’. And it’s a great relief….temporarily.

BUT IT IS SUCH A WASTE OF TIME!

Sleep would be a better use of my time. I must renew my efforts to resist the temptation to use media while in my bed at night. GAH!

My thoughts are not coherent enough to continue writing. I’ll check in again soon.

S

 

Successes and Failures

Successes and Failures

So how has it been going, this lessening of media usage?

Well…

Okay, maybe let’s start with the successes: The cell phone is no longer in my room (or, mostly not). I use my alarm clock to wake me on the mornings I want to be up to go to my Dailey Method Studio class. I don’t charge my cell in the room, and I do not scroll through facebook feeds to fall asleep. No, I read a book. Far more effective. I’ve been getting more sleep as a result- yay for me!!

What am I reading, oh…just something light:20170719_111526

Animal Farm was short and sweet and to the point: no matter our best intentions to set up a democratic, fair society that let’s everyone live their best lives, we always fall victim to those who seek power (in this case, the pigs). The characters were all analogous representations of political groups/figures at the time of its writing (yes, some of that went over my head, I’ve never been very good with remembering history lessons).

Now, 1984 is simply terrifying. I’m at this bit where the ruling party is essentially re-writing history over and over so as to control the masses and keep history in-line with their current agenda:

“The Party told you to reject the evidence of your eyes and ears. It was their final, most essential command.” p162

The parallels to current affairs here in the States what with “fake news” and the rabid denials of truths and the shutting down of basic human rights by the White House…is terrifying.

But this is not a post about politics…let’s not get me started. Please don’t.

What else…successes…well, I was so good at not checking in with media that I missed writing in this blog last week. Yay?

Joking aside, just stepping out of the stream of constant fb news has lightened my spirits.

The failures are numerous. There have been times that I have said “F it!” and started scrolling my feed. ( Especially since recently my skin, just past the anniversary of having spontaneously resolved itself  last year, has rashes all over it again , mainly my neck and fingers…the itching makes me lose self control in multiples ways.)20170726_085534I regret giving in to checking my media almost instantly as the payoff is nothing but many wasted minutes and a much more agitated mind. I’m learning.

Another kink has been that last week saw demand for my photographic skills go gang-busters, so I was on the computer for long stretches of time, editing, sending out contracts, communicating about locations and times etc. This is not a bad thing, but it does show the challenge I face: I want to be successful with my photography business, and as a result I need to be responsive through media, posting on media and also using my computer for a bulk of my photographic work.

I’ve discovered that having a work day, sans kids, is immensely helpful. I can do most of my work and online networking on this day, including blogging and personal facebook updates for family, so that when my kids are with me I can set the phone aside. This is not perfect, however, as stuff comes up that I need to deal with most days. My only hope is that I am lessening the time spent looking at my screen in their presence. I do, however, at the end of my work day, wish I had about 2 more of them. There’s always more to do. And with the school year starting up again soon, I will lose my precious work day and be back at square one. I need to start thinking strategically and figure out what my next step is in that regard. When one can’t afford childcare…what does one do?

What I know: I’m addicted to media. I’m also addicted to coffee. Both of those things I can hopefully ween myself of…which one first? Lol. Perhaps with all the sleep I’m gaining from reading in bed instead of facebooking, I will be able to lose the coffee. The media might be a longer road.

Cheers.

A New Challenge

FeaturedA New Challenge

I’m back folks. I took a break after my year of shopping detox. And I am happy to say that a lot of what I learned has stuck.  I’ve made a few splurges, but even those have been well thought out and slowly done so as not to fall back into that “impulse buying” thing I tried so hard to shake.

And now I want to go even deeper.

It begins with an alarm clock.

I believe I came face to face with the reality of my addiction to media…no the need to change it… the moment I clicked on the link to a video of Simon Sinek talking about Millennials. Apparently I am not actually a Millennial, but close enough ( I was born 3 years too early…but no worries, they just came up with a term for us too: Xennials. We sure do love our labels). I mean, I was aware of my over-use of media, and starting to discover my unease with it, but this hit home. Especially his little comment about the excuses we use when defending why we can’t set our phones aside. He states that we should be charging our cell phones in our living rooms, and the excuse that it is used as an alarm clock can easily be remedied by buying an actual one for $8.

I encountered this video months ago, but then after the initial jolt of inspiration/self reflection it gave me, I let it slide. Today, the video was shared again on social media, a handy reminder from the universe to get back on track.

I know I’m addicted to my smart phone and the media it allows me to access because, despite fears that my proximity to cell phones, and thus my little ones’ exposure to it as well, will adversely affect my health is not enough to get me to put it down. The fact that my husband and I find little time together and when we do, space out side-by-side looking at our screens rather than talking, is a problem. I find myself compulsively checking my phone for post acknowledgment, “how many likes did I get? Oooh! An actual comment”.

Now, this break from starting this new blog-documented challenge was initially to help me focus my idea, lay out what I want to achieve before diving in. But then the “break” turned into simply the result of delay tactics. In my defense I can say that I have been very distracted by starting up my photography business- it has definitely been the priority. Along with that, the biggest problem I came up against was: How do I distance myself from media at the exact time I am relying heavily on it to promote my business/keep my family in Canada updated on our lives? How can I step away from it when I need to be attentive to it so that I don’t miss out on customers/ cut family off from seeing their grandkids/nieces grow up?

I actually don’t have the answer to that. But I realize that that should not be the thing that stops me from going ahead. No more excuses. That’s what an addict does, right? Makes excuses? And coming back from that addiction is messy and a learning process, right? I’m going to have to figure things out as I go.

So here I am, I am launching this challenge with no clear path, other than that I know what result I want: Significantly less contact with mindless media and a lot more time spent paying attention to the things that matter: family, personal interests, spiritual growth, and creativity. My girls are in a precious developmental time of their lives. I need to be there with every ounce of my being. I don’t want to be that mom staring at her screen sending that non-verbal yet powerful message that they are not as important as the screen in front of my face. I want my girls to know deeply that they are my everything and nothing else is more captivating and meaningful to me. (I know, I’m hearing some groans: “but you have to have a life, Sharolyn. You love your kids, but they can’t be your everything, take care of you”. I agree, just remember that I’m talking about staring at media for my fix of dopamine rather than uplifting myself through other, more real means ie meditation, presence, interaction. My cell phone is not life, that’s distraction, not to mention a terrible example to the kids on how to deal with tiredness and stress. I still plan on setting the example for my girls of taking time out for me, reading books in their presence and doing creative projects with and without them).

Another point not to overlook, (which is also the true catalyst for all of this) is that when I allow myself to be pulled into social media, I not only get depressed by the barrage of news (which also ultimately freezes me rather than spur me to action which is needed) but I also become impatient and agitated which then spills over onto the girls. This is unacceptable and I mean to change that.

So, what are the first steps?

Well, I’m not kidding, there is a “new-to-me” alarm clock on my dresser (I think I got it for something like $5 at a thrift store). There’s also a stack of books I will now have time to read rather than lose time sucked into the media black hole, right beside my altar of stones and precious objects that help bring me back to a peaceful state. I also downloaded the TED talks app. If I am going to access media, it had better be positive and contribute to my positive mental state (I had forgotten how much I enjoy listening to stories while I work).

I’m going to have to be disciplined. I need to line up the things that are good for me, made readily available, so I don’t cave. The charger is already set up in the living room.

What it is all going to look like, I am not sure. But I hope you will follow along and provide your insights and support (I promise I won’t obsess over how many comments I get!!).

With love, attention and gratitude,

Sharolyn

Week 54: The Finale!!!

Week 54: The Finale!!!

Ha! I just Googled: How many weeks are there in a year? and it came back with 52 weeks and change. Hilarious, I passed my year mark two weeks ago and didn’t even realize it. I thought it was 54…or that was the number in my head. So here we are, a whole year has rolled around, and what have I learned from this self-imposed challenge?

I’ve realized that the need to shop is truly an illness in our culture. Not to judge everyone else, since this was just about me, but I’ve seen the same struggle going on for many of my friends. I’ve always considered myself to be one who is not susceptible to marketing, (my mom trained me from an early age to be really, really skeptical of advertising ) and yet, I am very much a product of my culture (those wily advertisers/marketers!), and unfortunately our Western culture is based around consumption, to the detriment of all.

I can’t say with any certainty that this year-long exercise has saved me any money. I do know that living the life style that we do (ie living in NorCal with two young kids, a single income, with a house and two cars ) there are expenses that are not going away. Unless we move to a shack in the woods, we will not be free of the cycle of earning and spending. We need to spend in order to maintain what we have. I’m okay with that, I like my life and lifestyle. I have also learned that,without a doubt, complete austerity/conservatism when it comes to spending only leads to backlash: I build up my need to spend and it eventually boils over.

I have also come to appreciate how fortunate we are.

The struggles of this year, to clear my head of the useless search for things, to stop spending just to spend and stressing from the resulting clutter and the attempt to de-clutter…all of this is first world problems. I always keep that in mind. And with all that has happened in this year of insane politics, this exercise has almost lost its meaning.

But I do want to acknowledge myself for making this effort. The pay-off has been great, even if it is hard to measure:

One thing that stands out ( and my Mother-in-Law confirms) is that my kids no longer expect us to shop for things. We shop for groceries, but that’s all the shopping my kids see. We have chosen playing outside, at museums, libraries, and parks over shopping. My kids have been instrumental in helping me overcome my desire for things. When I put them and their needs first, we always end up doing something fun rather than wandering the endless, fluorescent aisles of yet another store. My kids, amazing beings that they are, have for the moment, been de-consumerized (not a word, I know, but fitting).

Another change is that I now am equipped with a “Slow-it-down-and-think” process that helps me eliminate about 80% of the things I consider buying. “Is this love” introduced to me by a friend is a great question that has served me well when considering any purchase.

I have not in any way felt deprived this whole year. I have everything that I need and more. I have just learned to eliminate the excess spending and the resulting stress/depression of over consumption.

I am by no means cured. I still have my moments of desire and want. Yet I am more able to continue to talk myself down, to consider the necessity, to come up with alternative ways to sate the desire to acquire. Sometimes just simply looking at the things I DO have is enough. Definitely a tidying session in my cluttered house is a definite if temporary cure.

The change has not been necessarily very visible, but the impact on our family is large. Or, at least, I think so, though my husband has stayed completely and blissfully unaware of any of my efforts and has not once read a single blog entry of mine. Lol. C’est la vie!

And now what? Will I, at the finale of this year-long challenge, go out on a wild spending spree?

Naw. More likely I will continue to maintain, as best I can; to stay vigilant so as not to slide back into my former ways of consuming mindlessly to fill a void.

So, what happens to this blog space?

I have an idea.

What has been brewing over the course of this year of self analysis and deeper seeking, is the desire to reconnect with my spiritual center.

Part of spending needlessly is the want to fill a void. Needless spending is an empty practice that is cyclical and un-ending. In trying to break that cycle I had to delve deeper to the root causes of disquiet and state of dissatisfaction. What is in that void? I’ve been standing at the edge of something big, hesitant to make the jump.

Now I’m ready to go deeper. I want to be the person and live the life I can envision for myself but haven’t managed to become or do yet. I want to be, in all aspects, more conscious.

And so, I propose that this 365shoppingdetoxblog become a detox from our toxic world of brain-dead smart-phone over-usage, media barrages, over-sharing sharing apps and the constant need for feedback, of acceptance and acknowledgement. I want to go deep and find the core of me that requires nothing but itself. I want to be a better person, more loving, generous, empathetic, thoughtful. I want to be all of these things for me and my family. No more of this in-out of who I am. I want to firmly be me in my centered and best state.

What does that mean?

It’s going to take a lot. I’ve been mulling over the changes that I will need to make in order to make this a reality.

I don’t plan on blogging as regularly as every week; it would be counter to my need to lighten my use of media, but I will regularly check-in and report on my plans and implementation of them.

More to come!

Blessings. Thank you for following my journey!

 

Sharolyn

 

PS. That last useless splurge-impulse-buy, that ukulele I got off of Amazon? I LOVE that thing. I’ve happily been playing for a year, teaching myself bit by bit; first as proof that my last splurge would not become another useless relic, now as a happy addiction. I’m going to be a ukulele rock-star, just you wait!

 

 

 

Week 53: The Cure

Week 53: The Cure

Last week I wrote about my struggle to resist yet another mind-concocted temptation. I knew that it wouldn’t be easy to shake. It never is.

First I just stopped looking. That’s step one. Hard when media and Google is at your finger tips. And you know how those ads, the ones targeted specifically to you, tend to show you what you were last looking at? I was seeing Blundstone boots along the border of my Facebook page for days. I averted my eyes.

The next step was to try to get it out of my system via distraction. Maybe, I thought, I just need to shop; window shopping could do the trick. Often, I discover that when I am at the store I lose all interest…the physical reality of things instead of it’s shiny perfect-in-picture-only existence, is sometimes enough to snap me out of it.

One of my favorite places to shop is the thrift store. Because of this year long challenge, though, I’ve been staying away as best I can. Going to thrift stores is a sure way of accumulating unnecessary items. And though they may sell way below retail, a lot of money can go towards impulse bought thrift items too.

That said, I scored a couple of solo hours while my mum-in-law watched the kids, and I headed out for the cure at my local Salvation Army.

My intention was to buy nothing.

I decided to walk aimlessly through the aisles and just see what there was. True to my usual pattern, as soon as I was there, going through the racks of clothes, my desire for clothing vanished. All the fashions seem…boring. All of it has been done, or I keep getting drawn to the same old thing. Each item always has something about it I don’t like. So, it was all working out splendidly: no temptation=no need to decide whether or not to spend. Perhaps this would be the cure I was looking for, a nice dose of reality.

Just as I was about to call it a success and walk out, I overheard a conversation between two middle aged ladies who had just met in the aisle. One was a former model and fashion consultant, the other a woman just trying to get some new-to-her clothes. Well, what happened was just awesome. The former model and fashion consultant started pulling clothes out for her, describing why it worked for her body type and telling her to put away the choices she’d already made and to think outside the box. “You don’t need Macy’s” she said, ” all you need is right here”. The other woman would exclaim “wow! I looked at that but didn’t think I could pull it off” etc. etc. Long story short, that former model was a fashion whiz. She’d take all of two seconds to find exactly what she was looking for for this other gal. She took her to the changing room and had her try it all on and put the outfits together. In under 20 minutes the woman had a new wardrobe and all her choices except one were exactly right. The lady for whom all this was given was just gushing “Oh my! You are amazing! This is amazing! Wow! Oh my gosh!” When I left their vicinity, the fashion whiz was taking her to the other part of the store where she’d help her accessorize.

Somehow, that woman’s positive shopping mojo spread to me. I took a second look at a jacket I had passed and realized it was worth a try on. I scanned the racks and found a dress that had all the right elements with nothing to disqualify it. I even scanned the shoes thinking of my Blundstones…and found a pair of Clark’s boots, barely used.

In the changing room I thought, this is where I can find something wrong and I won’t have to buy these. But all three items fit perfectly.

So folks, it was a cure, but it did cost a bit. I got a barely used made in England Barbour waxed cotton rain jacket (retails for $399) for $9.99, an Olive&Oak dress for $11.48, and Clark’s suede leather boots for $7.

Getting a few items for me felt good and I was, for lack of a better word, sated.

 

And now, for a pearl of wisdom that I accidentally gave myself:

My two girls were fighting over the same *insert toy of any kind here* again. I stopped them and said, “girls, it is silly to fight over the same toy. In a minute, when one of you tires of that toy, the other can have it, but I bet, when your sister loses interest you will too. We always want what we don’t have. The trick is to learn how to make what we do have special, and in that way we will never be dissatisfied. Until we learn to make what we do have special, we will always want what the other has instead.”

I realized immediately, that I need to follow that exact advice. Words to live by.

 

S

Week 52: The Struggle

Week 52: The Struggle

What will it take to rise above temptation? Honestly, I’m exhausted. What has this year taught me?: That we are so brain washed by consumerism that it is almost part of our DNA.

Literally, before opening this tab to write ( a tactic to shift gears out of temptation), I was, once again, looking at Blundstone boots. I WANT a pair of Blundstone boots. I don’t know what sparked this want, I don’t know , I don’t know…but I do. I am having such a hard time shaking it.

I can definitely create reasons for wanting a pair: they are well made and will last a long time (though from reading a few reviews I’ve seen that their quality standards may have slipped). They are great for the winter and spring weather here and can go from work ( I want something to slog in when I go on photo shoots. Read: my old cracked rain boots aren’t good enough though they actually do the job…I just don’t like how they look) to a night out, to hiking. And they pull on! What else could a busy mom ask for?

They are also: totally inappropriate for the upcoming hot weather(if I were to buy them now, I’d only get to wear them a short time before the season changes). They are expensive. I already have a pair of similar boots that are a bit dressier and have heels, but essentially a similar look. No one sells them at a physical store, so they must be ordered on-line which will be a little bit of a rigmarole if I don’t get the fit just right ( Aussie sizing is a bit different).

How much? $175 on average.

If it’s gonna last years, it could be considered reasonable. But then, consider my already full shoe closet. Yes, I KonMaried that closet quite well not too long ago, but it is still far from minimalist. I have shoes for most every occasion, and not many occasions to use many of those shoes.

I have gone through all sorts of mental contortions, from ‘just turn off the computer and stop looking…stop looking!’ to ‘ Well, if I earn them by booking two one hour photography sessions…and/or sell a few items on that Facebook sell page…”

The thing that stops me from pushing that ‘Buy’ button is when I think about how much work it would take me to earn that $175. Or how much in groceries that $175 would get for the family.

Today, with everything being so high cost, $100 is nothing. You spend more in one grocery run, half of that filling a tank of gas. That on a few items of clothing.

But for this mama who only really spends on necessities ie food and gas, who buys clothing rarely and then usually at a thrift store, and who doesn’t earn money regularly if at all…$100 is a lot. Yes that $100 will definitely and unavoidably be spent, but on what? There are so many true needs.

In the long run, are boots and the temporary satisfaction of that new/pretty item more important than my family’s nutritional intake? No. Are they more important than being able to power our car? No. More important than our  gas or electricity bill? No.

I could survive bare foot if I had to. I can survive being un-stylish if that’s the fear.

Heck, it would even be more worthwhile to set that money aside to save for my future “better” camera when I’ve earned my stripes as a legit professional photographer (when my earnings exceed my investment in equipment) and am ready to upgrade.

And yet the Consumer mind is strong. I have no doubt I will be doing some late night drooling over a glowing screen staring at reviews for Blundstones on Zappos...”Free shipping…order in the next 4 hours and 48 minutes to receive them by April 12!! “…Finger hovering over the “Buy” button, fighting the good fight.

S