“A fight is going on inside me,” said an old man to his son. “It is a terrible fight between two wolves. One wolf is evil. He is anger, envy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority, and ego.
The other wolf is good. he is joy, peace, love, hope, serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence, empathy, generosity, truth, compassion, and faith.
The same fight goes on inside you.”
The son thought about it for a minute and then asked, “Which wolf will win?”
The old man replied simply, “The one you feed.”
―Native American proverb
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Recently, I realized something about myself that I had never acknowledged before. It’s not serious, but it’s given me insight as to why I do (or don’t do) certain things.
You see, coming from a rural upbringing, I’m used to being resourceful. Frugal you might say. Don’t get me wrong – I’m no martyr. I like to buy things that inspire me but, of late, not much has. I have simple tastes and have been happiest with a box of garage sale books and $.99 music downloads from Amazon.com.
I’m not a name brand shopper. I don’t care about the latest & greatest. If it fits and flatters my body, I buy it. (And I am hard to fit.)
In the past, I’ve been invited to spend the day shopping with other women at an outlet mall. Instant panic and beads of sweat ensued. Now I know that there are many who would enjoy this. Me? A stick pin to the eye would be less painful.
I think it’s mostly due to my background: being the youngest of 5, shopping was a twice a year excursion that translated to a painfully long day. By the time it was my turn to finger the goods, I didn’t care what I got. Plaid pants and a purple bubble top? Sure! Orange jumpsuit? Super Duper!! Stand around all day, starving and hoping for a diversion? Rather have a migraine, thanks.
To this day, I avoid shopping in herds. Why? I’m a lone wolf shopper.
If something has worn out and needs replacing, I can get it during my lunch hour. In, out, done. No purse holding necessary.
Christmas shopping? Not a problem: make a list, check it twice, research online and *poof* done. And … buying for others? Just plain fun!
Grocery store? No worries, mate. Just print off my grocery list, check the items needed. In, out, done.
So… I’ve been invited to a Miche purse party and I won’t be in town on the party date. No problem; the hostess sent me her web link to peruse. I feel a bit obligated to buy something because she’s a hard working gal whom I know could use the money. Except for the fact that I do not need another purse.
I have a small collection of $5 and $7 handbags from the bargain bin at big chain stores. I change purses with the season or … when I feel like it. I’m a Gemini; it could be a Tuesday and I’ll declare – let’s go pink today! Otherwise, I stick to my basic black (winter) or a linen looking in summer. That’s it.
I have never carried a $200 designer bag and I never will. Why? Because if I don’t have $200 to put in the bag, I don’t need a $200 purse.
Back to the Miche purse party. The premise is that you buy a basic “shell” and dress it up with interchangeable covers, straps, and charms. A moderately sized Miche purse with 2 covers and some snazzy straps prices around $120. They are fashionable and trendy. Super cute. I understand the concept but, for some reason, I resisted ordering.
And this weekend, it came to me why:
Farm girls don’t have purses with wardrobes.
In my heart of hearts, that’s who I am. I still am that braid-wearing, pony-riding, calf-wrangling girl who cleans up with Jirmack shampoo and some Bonne Bell lipgloss. I still am the girl who attended Bridal showers in the United Church basement, where brides got what they got and there was no such thing as “registering” (ugh). I am still the girl who can fix a fence, deliver a foal, drive a tractor and prepare an entire meal without ever opening a box.
I don’t enjoy shopping in herds and I don’t like spending money on “stuff” I don’t need.
I’m a farm girl and a Lone Wolf shopper. In, out, done.
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Too many people spend money they haven’t earned, to buy things they don’t want, to impress people they don’t like. – Will Rogers