We both laughed at the reality that we'd worked pretty hard in our lives to get to a place where we could afford to get "stuff", only to realize that stuff isn't what really makes us happy. That back in the times when we'd struggled, been on the brink of poverty and only had PEOPLE to fill our lives, we'd both felt more fulfilled.
The whole conversation reminded me of a recent purchase I made. A few months back my old vacuum broke. To understand the importance of a vacuum in my life you must first understand that the house I bought seventeen months ago was built in 1975. It hasn't been updated since that time. I'm not exagerating. It really hasn't. I bought this fun little "fixer-upper" knowing I'd need to update it. Well, given that I spend eight to ten hours a day working and another 12 hours driving my kids around, I haven't really had the time to do much updating. So Yes, 1975 was the era of wall-to-wall carpeting. And when I say wall-to-wall, trust me, that's what I mean. Carpet in the kitchent? You know it. Carpet in the bathroom? I'm not even going to go there. Let's just say this spring, there's going to be some serious carpet pulling.
Anyhow, back to the broken vacuum. I knew that I could take it to a repair service and get the belt replaced and that it would be as good as new. But it was an old vacuum and not very sophisticated. I'd purchased it years ago when I'd been struggling finacially. In truth, I was ready for a new vacuum. Excited even. Oh yes folks, when you work the hours I do, buying a new vacuum is what constitutes excitment. So I made my excursion to the big "box store", looked over the wide selection of vacuums and seriously contemplated my decision. This was no small matter. There is literally 2800 square feet of surface area to be vacuumed.
I could buy another middle of the road vacuum that would simply get the job done. I mean, what's in a vacuum? Not much really. No need to be extravagent, was there? That's what the frugal side of myself whispered. But the side of me that felt I had something to prove spoke much louder. It was clear. I deserved a serious vacuum. Bells, whistles, attachments. One vacuum had a feature that allowed the power chord to be automatically rolled up inside and neatly stored. It was bagless. It was more powerful than the others, according to the specs on the box anyway. I promptly grabbed that model, rolled my cart to the check-out and proudly bought my new, state of the art vacuum.
Long story short, the fancy new vaccuum is no better than the cheap model I'd bought years ago. Well, other than the fact that it's not broken. But the point is, I would've been better off taking the old vacuum in for repair and getting the belt replaced. In fact, the feature on the new vacuum that automatically rolls up the power chord inside the vacuum broke after a few months. So now I have this long chord that takes up space on the floor around the vacuum because there's no hook on the outside of the vacuum to roll the chord onto. In short, the promise of "new and better" has now become a real pain.
But in an effort to tie together the conversation I had with the doctor and the purchase of my state of the art vacuum, I'll say this. In my attempt to prove something, and reward myself, I missed the mark. Let us not put false belief that by getting rid of the things in our lives that have always been reliable but may need a little repair, and replacing them with "new and better" is going to bring us any more joy than we already have available to us. Does that make sense? If not, then I probably have some work to do on authoring my blog posts. Anyway, that's all I've got right now.
One last thing. I'm excited to share another entry with readers about a "Person of the Week". Of course, it's been a whole month since my last "Person of the Week" posting. If you've done the math you already know it doesn't quite add up. All I can say is, I have a whole lot of respect for folks who do a great job keeping up websites on a regular basis. It's not as easy as it looks. At least not for me. And while me being able to keep up with something may not be the best judge of it's ease, I can tell you that I'm excited to finally get another person's story online.
Peace and blessings.