I was unaware of the ripple effect a native plant sale advertisement would have.
I’d learned of a two-day sale on a local Facebook group: two-for-one plants and an additional 30% off due to overstock. As the day has gone on, and after swirling around the idea like a ballet pirouette, I have a hypothesis.
Doesn’t the early bird get the worm?
Just like an estate sale, what’s for sale is what’s for sale. There isn’t a stocking shelf in the back. I have to get there, right? At opening. Like the old Black Fridays, back when trampling was in style.
I’ve sat in the debriefing room long enough to make a decision.
I’m not going.
Final decision.
And that feels majorly relieving.
I’m on a spending-less sabbatical. It started with not buying a new phone and sitting with the sobering aftereffects. What do I really need, and why? took center stage.
Later, while sitting on the front porch, cha-chinging in the benefits of the beauty and peace bombarding me from every angle, I concluded:
“I don’t need anything.”
I don’t need a camera to take pictures of things. Been there, done that.
What I needed recently was glasses—readers, specifically. My vision change was most noticeable when reading to Evelyn before bed or when scrolling on my phone at night. My eyes get tired, I think. Or perhaps I do more small-font activities at that time.
I’m glad I’m no longer resistant to the need for these things. Seeing the words larger and more clearly, as if looking at them under a microscope, is pretty cool.
Oh, and I almost forgot about the soon-to-be-made ping pong table purchase this Friday.
Although we’ve only played a handful of times, Dave and I are equally competitive and equally skilled. The back porch is the planned location, which reminds me—I really do need to measure and make sure it’ll fit.
Alright, I’m outta here.
I hope you had a lovely day.
Love,
Jaclynn
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