It hit me when I was talking to my friend Sally today about switching to Utility Warehouse (and getting a life-time’s free supply of energy efficient light-bulbs)…
As part of the cost comparisons, we were going through my monthly budget spend, and on the list up popped the category box “clothes and shoes”.
And I had to think about when I last bought anything…
REALLY had to try and remember when I’d last bought anything new. Yes, really – moi – who loves shopping (as all my friends will testify).
That’s when I saw it…
Shopping no longer has a hold over me, it’s no longer my quick fix if I’m having a “bad” day, need validation of my worth, or seek human interaction.
Know what – that’s massive (just ask my credit card!!).
Now it doesn’t mean (yet) that I don’t look at and admire what to my taste is a lovely pair of shoes, handbag or jacket. Nor am I never going to buy anything again – that would not be sensible living in the British climate and the laws of decency dictate certain standards.
It does mean I know they have no power to give me what I felt was lacking before. How could they? Inanimate object as healer – how daft is that?
So I can take them or leave them (figuratively – I don’t advocate stealing!) based on need rather than want. Which is still a made up construct!
I was rendered speechless at this point. I hadn’t realised, hadn’t seen it – a what’s-it big insight somewhere along the line and I’d missed the earth moving!! Duh!!
How funny is that?
There is nothing “outside” which can give me what I perceive is missing, because nothing IS missing, and there’s nothing outside.
My name’s Gillian and I am no longer a shopaholic.