It’s been a week since I moved house, and a week since I quit shopping.
I have been surprised at what I’ve learned about myself already. Like how slack I’ve been about taking care of the things I have.
I have two pairs of running shoes. I’m the type who buys new running shoes about every 5 years. You’d think that could be testament to how well I look after them, but really it shows how often I go running.
Anyway, I have two pairs: One old one that sits in the back of my car in case I face an emergency muddy adventure, and one pair that is ‘new,’ that I wear to the gym.
A couple of weeks ago I was painting and gardening at my new house. I was wearing the new runners and the old ones were in the car; just right there in the car. And guess which ones I wore to get splattered with paint and caked with mud? Yep, the new ones.
The old me was willing to ruin her new shoes rather than change, because she could always just buy more.
The new me is kicking herself. The new me sat down and cleaned her shoes for the first time since her mum made her as a child. The new me will be wearing paint splattered runners to the gym for the rest of the year.
The new me will learn to take better care of what she’s got.