I have always loved to shop, but in more recent years it has become somewhat of a therapy (which I'm not sure is helpful), but in even more recent months (since covid) I'm somewhat concerned it has turned from a therapy, into an addiction.
When I'm feeling down or frustrated or just need to get out of the house, I head to the store. It is typical for me to pass some free time at TJMaxx or HomeGoods. I'll squeeze in a quick trip to Target on the way to pick up the kids or I'll take a detour through Michael's on the way home. At Christmas time I tend to go a little bonkers and have to give myself limits on spending and the number of gifts I buy. But, it's all fun and harmless right?
When covid hit and everything shut down, one of the ONLY things that I could still do was shop. I couldn't see my friends, I couldn't visit my family, I couldn't go out for dinner, I couldn't host or attend any parties, I couldn't go to book club or bunco...heck, I couldn't even go to church! BUT, I could still go shopping (and even when the stores were closed, I could shop online). My weekly outing to the grocery store became my excitement for the week. The amazon packages coming to the door were like a bright light in a pretty dark reality.
That brings me to today, fourteen months after covid shut everything down. I came home with 3 bags...one filled with 4th of July decorations, one filled with towels and mats for my bathroom, and one filled with another swimsuit for Summer (and a puzzle). I think it was mostly the 4th of July decor that made me begin to question my shopping habits--haha, I'm Canadian for goodness sake...and honestly, how many swimsuits does a 6-year-old need?
Oh dear.
Maybe I need an intervention.
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