shopping carts and such

I like to travel. I like to go new places and discover new and interesting things to do. Staying in one place turns me into a bit of a nutcase so that I begin to run around in circles, binge on chocolate or drink wine by myself.

Since returning to the states over four months ago, I have begun to realize that I am a tad on the hyper-active side. I must do something. On more than one occasion, I have been caught in the world of shopping. It's a mall called consumerism. We Americans walk through the doors and get caught in the twist of wanting more and more of what we don't need to purchase.

I get caught up by the accessories, the different things to put in my purse, in my ears or on my fingers. Others find the new cars most desirable and trade in for new cars every two years or more.

I am a consumer. And I don't like that I consume so much. Every day I try to do a little bit better. I reuse my various possessions and regift what I must. Slowly, I will be what I need to be.