I’ve said it before, but just in case you missed it:
We don’t buy things anymore.
(except for food)
(and that absolutely necessary weekend escape to the coast)
What I’ve learned by buying nothing
I hate to admit it but I am so totally hardwired to buy instead of repair/rejigger/creatively find a solution to what I need.
I’ll give you an example.
I own one pair of running shorts (no small feat for someone who runs six days a week). Because I own only one pair, and because I’ve been wearing them for two years, the seams finally gave out on me.
I thought, I need to buy new shorts.
Then I thought, but you’re not buying anything.
Then I went to the gym outfitted in the essentially crotchless shorts, did three sets of highly embarrassing squats, and vowed to come up with a creative solution to my problem. I needed new shorts, but I couldn’t buy new shorts. What’s a girl to do?
Finally, it hit me.
Kim, sew the damn things.
I could hear my late grandmother, a seamstress who amassed an impressive collection of thimbles during her lifetime, rolling over in her grave.
In my former life, when I bought things, I’d have easily justified replacing a pair of shorts I’ve worn almost every day for two years (don’t judge me. I do own a washing machine).
But in this new life, this life where I buy nothing, I sewed the damn things up and now they’re good as new.
How much have I wasted in my life because it was easier to replace instead of repair?
I’ve been reprioritizing for a little while now. My challenge is to value, really value, what I already have instead of always wanting more.
I’m trying to let this simple truth sink in: I already have exactly what I need.
By the way…
Do I stand like that all the time? What the hell?