When I was walking back from the post office this morning, I looked in the window of a lovely little dress shop I pass often, however have never been into. Why? It opened shortly after I got pregnant, so I didn´t see the point
. Also, as it is a boutique style shop, even if not overly expensive, I didn´t feel comfortable to just go in and browse and walk out with nothing…. yes, I´m funny that way.
I probably still won´t go in, even though I saw lots of lovely things in the window and through the door (it was closed today)- why tempt myself? I don´t need those lovely floaty summer dresses – I am having trouble remembering what is in my own wardrobe- yes, my own personal boutique. Plus, there are many more pressing things I need to do with my money.
So, as I was pushing baby down the road, I unconsciously found myself singing “Money, money, money…….all the things I could buy….” Of course, when I realised what I was singing, I had a bit of a giggle to myself…why am I still fixated on buying things anyway….the lyrics say “do” – and in the future, I should be doing things, having experiences and also saving for retirement.
I would also like to buy my children experiences – skills like horse riding and tennis and travel for example. Also the “experience” of not having parents that are worried about money (though of course they don´t know that at their age and maybe never will)!
Memories of what you have done are what you have with you in your old age, right? Memories of family, of friends, of travel, of good times. I struggle to see how any “thing” I might have will comfort me in my old age….and looking at my own grandparents and those of my husband, I know that old (really old) people just want to get rid of things.
So, I will try and remember that next time I yearn for yet another “thing” that I think might make my life perfect.
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