Penny´s Pocket

I was browsing through a sales catalogue featuring sets of pots and pans at half the normal retail price, and today is the last day to exercise the purchase!  The cloud of temptation to own a pedigree brand with insurmountable product quality at an affordable price, was simply irresistible.

It was time to draw my procrastination curtain to review my window of needs intensely.  The stony factor that deterred me most from the purchase was the thought of my funds being filtered into another´s pocket, too unwisely.  In addition to it, my to do list would increase by one extra chore i.e. the need to find space in my petite kitchen.

The scarcity of space and funds goes hand in hand and works very well with my current situation.  Why would I want to trade off my funds in exchange for fixtures that require my time (another scarce commodity) to allocate a space?  It would be so senseless to deplete my funds and burden myself to work around the clutter.  How would the ownership make a difference in my cooking needs?  What would be my opportunity cost to tamper with my bank account in order to give my kitchen a cosmetic uplift?

I took my friend Math´s advice and disposed the entire catalogue of great savings  into the recycle bag.  I threw away Penny´s pocket. I put on my apron  and started the cooking process with my utility pan instead of visualizing my 10 piece set.  I enjoyed every bit of the cooking experience and the aroma that penetrated the kitchen was such a joy to inhale.

Just as I sat down to write, I bumped into an old article on the possibility of living simply yet enjoying in abundance.

I was so touched by the divine guidance of the essay that reinforced me - the decision was not mine.  It was the greater Universe at play reminding me that I am only a small particle floating in the vastness. 

The insignificance of me is the element that I am effacing.

Fall

As I was pushing my shopping trolley walking across the alley towards the aisle that caught my interest, she uttered "I would suggest you get out of my way." I said " You too"!   I was expecting a hit on my back but it must have been so soft that I felt an overwhelming lightness and comfort.

I thought I was rude to react. 

I thought I participated in her idiocy.

I thought I was pulling myself down to her worldly level.

I thought naught.
I stood up for me.

I did not fall.

There have been countless times I was torn between fighting against the unpleasant situation and allowing the subject to continue to be. 

Now, I refuse to let others undermine me and make me to become a resentful and vindictive persona. This is so because I am responsible for my own actions and right actions will come when I am in-tune with who I am.   I am not allowing stupidity to kill my soul. 

In the split of a second, there was no time to think of how to respond to unwarranted nastiness from a stranger, but simply "You too" was subtle enough to blow the encounter away from my mind and move forward.

My life is too beautiful to be tainted by uneventful experiences and let them occupy my space and corrupt my inner peace of preciousness.