Love Letter #3 ~ My Shiny Object

Dear Self,

I met my shiny object while I was on vacation. I wasn’t even thinking about my shiny object until I laid eyes on it. I was minding my own business when it blinged right before my eyes. I tried to avoid looking at it, but I found myself stealing peeks. The more I tried not to look, the more my shiny object called me. Eventually, I walked away. I was safe. Or so I thought.

Sweet Dreams…
I went to my hotel room that evening and thought about my shiny object all night. I imagined how it would feel, smell, and how I would look sporting it. Also, I thought about the price. Should I use my charge card or just outright pay for the object of my desire? Well, since I was still on vacation I decided not to overspend. So, pursuing my shiny object had to wait.

Can I afford it?
I thought about my shiny object the entire trip home. I wondered if I could find it locally and at a lesser price. When I arrived home, I began researching it. Then a thought hit me. How much was I was willing to pay for it? What was I willing to give up to add it to my collection? Would I be happ(ier) once I got it, or would I regret my purchase?

I wondered how other people react when they see their shiny object. After all, it is hard to resist that certain thing that makes your eyes sparkle, your heart beat faster, and your mind go haywire trying to figure out how to get it. Do they touch it, then walk away? Do they buy it, then return it?  Or, do they throw caution to the wind and go all in just to have it?

The Decision
After a long internal debate, I decided not to buy my shiny object. I let reason prevail. I have a drawer full of shiny objects. I have more brands, styles, and colors than I will ever use. Yeah, fountain pens are my shiny objects. Though they’re definitely hard to resist, I really don’t need another one. So, thank you Self for reminding me that I have enough.

Yours truly,
Self