I saw a status update on Instagram today which really resonated with how I’ve been feeling, for some time now. Someone was announcing their attempt to get rid of a few things in order to make room/time for some of their more loved and important things. I’ve been feeling this a lot lately. I am blessed to have an abundance of clothes, shoes, bags, ornaments, cosmetics and all the other trappings of being a young working woman in a consumer driven modern society.
|Even 1940s ladies loved their lipstick|
In addition to this, I have travelled, I have seen shows and been to restaurants, but these are the areas of my life that I don’t feel I have done enough in. The memory making, if you will. I know, in comparison to many, I have already lived 1000 lives, but I have also concentrated too much time and resource on accumulation of material possessions and not enough on seeing and doing.
|Remember that time we went to see Billy Ocean in Harrogate?|
I have to be honest, I’m never going to not consume. To do that would not be true to who I am, and that in itself would be a bad thing, afterall, a life lived without being true to yourself is not a life lived enjoyably, but I have too started trying to get rid of the odd thing. Every now and again, something will pop up on eBay that I’m selling, or a charity bag will leave my house filled with things I no longer need or use. I still find it difficult though, I am still on the brink of buying another dress that I don’t need about 90% of the time. It’s been made worse recently as I will be starting a new job very soon, and keep flirting with the idea of some new work clothes. Ironically, that is the point when I would most definitely not need any more work clothes, afterall, my soon to be colleagues will never have seen any of my workwear staples before, and I would hope they will be more interested in my skills as a project manager than my sartorial choices.
Even last night, I found myself pondering the idea of spending some monies I had made on ebay on a new work dress, it was in the sale and therefore an absolute bargain. I slept on the idea, and woke this morning to buy tickets to go and see Bellowhead next spring instead. A wise choice, since long after the dress finds itself languishing in the back of an already overcrowded wardrobe, God willing I will still have the happy memory of that time I went to see Bellowhead.