Last weekend the seductress got me back into her confines. I looked wildly around wanting to buy everything in sight. Her long, slender fingers beckoned me to look over here and then over there.
First it was a cute dress that I could wear to school, then it was workout clothes that were on clearance, then it was scarves (also on clearance), then it was a cute new bag, and then...
The list could go on and on.
I was at Target.
I love Target. Every time I'm there, I want to buy things. Things that I think I need. Things that are actually wants but are disguised as needs. You know what I'm talking about.
I couldn't figure out why I had such an itch to purchase everything that I even remotely thought should go home with me, and then it hit me. I don't think I've been at a Target since December.
I discovered that as long as I didn't go there, then I obviously wasn't tempted to buy anything. I didn't put myself in a position to be tempted. However, the minute I walked in and started looking around, I wanted to buy. Even though I resisted it and walked out empty-handed, it was so hard.
It was a victory but a shaky one at that.
I'm a lover of life, an eternal optimist, and I have an intense desire to add value through simple living and positive vibes.