This weekend is full of the obligations that prevented me from doing a no-spend challenge. Friday I am making snacks for a meeting of 6 and breakfast on Saturday for 25. How exactly I got in to the Saturday morning gig is a whole different post.
I love the grocery store. My friend Jen (remember her, the only person my super power works on? yup, same gal.) hates the grocery store. She hates going, she hates shopping, she hates it all. I don’t understand this. At all. Anyway, I digress.
Anyway, I made my list and checked it twice to use up stuff I already had on hand and I went to my favorite grocery store, Woodmans. It’s huge and amazing that is always between 10 and 30 percent cheaper than every other store I have ever bought food at including Walmart. Yes, really.
As I rolled up and down the shelves of their cavernous store my mind was buzzing with everything I could make with the delicious ingredients laid out before me. And then I remembered that I had food in the freezer, the pantry, the cupboards and the fridge that needed to get used first. BEFORE I bought more.
And WHAM! It hit me. It isn’t the money I have tied up in the stuff on the shelves at home that matters to me. It’s the joy. I am stuck looking at gallons of canned mushrooms (which I don’t actually like that much) instead of reading/dreaming/inventing/discovering new recipes. How did the giddy headiness of saving 12 cents overpower me? I have robbed myself of something I love and that is not okay.
So, I went home, took a bath with two lovely, expensive bath products (AND used up all from each bottle I might add) and thought about letting go of the habit of buying to buy and how to retouch that fire I felt tonight in aisle four.
Perhaps I need to start meeting my therapist at Woodmans. Who knew?