I went to our local car boot armed with our wishlist, some cash, and an optimism about all the lovely thrifty finds I would make…
Alas, I drew a blank. And I was really quite disheartened about the whole thing.
I think this year is going to really test me. I’m not sure if it’s just me, or if it is our whole generation, but I think we are the first generation to be able to get things instantly. My parents had to save for what they wanted, but now with the advent of easily available credit, higher disposable incomes, and a much more disposable culture, we are so used to just going and getting whatever we want, whenever we want, and not having to wait.
Or is it really just me..?!
The lovely hubby has been known to refer to me as ‘Little Miss Instant Pants’, obviously in a very affectionate and not at all disparaging manner (??), so it should come as no surprise that I am starting to struggle a little with the waiting. I am having to wait to get what I want or need. And I’m slightly ashamed to admit, it’s not really something I have had to do before.
And it’s also slightly crazy, because none of it is stuff that we really really need, and our life is no worse for not having the things, or for having to wait a little. So it’s not like it’s a massive deprivation. But I kind of feel under pressure to find these things, because I can hear this nagging voice at the back of my head, reminding me of the things we want to get. And previously I would have just gone and got them, and job done. But now I am having to remember what it is we want, and keep my eye out. Which I am finding hard. Does that make any sense..?
But it feels like it should be good for the soul. It is forcing me to slow down and think a bit more about what we really need. So that has to be a good thing.
Or at least, that’s what I’m telling myself anyway.