Anyone who has known me for any length of time knows that I have always been wonderful at following my impulses. When shopping. Yup, I am the Worlds Champion Impulse Shopper. (Luckily I have had only a few regrets, but still, impulsive rather than thought out isn’t the best way to tailor a wardrobe – but that’s a whole other post).
Recently I decided to try transferring that shopping impulse to the rest of my life. As in decreasing my impulse shopping and increasing my impulse living.
Impulsively I took J to the zoo for lunch and rides. It was a blast and great fun was had by both of us.
It was an impulse that had us dine al fresco at lunch and dinner the other day. We have a really lovely yard just made for eating in. And it wasn’t the ‘too much effort’ I had previously used as an excuse.
It was also an impulse to replace our existing, sad, patchy grass with a new lawn worthy of our soccer player. That’s technically shopping but since I can’t wear sod, I don’t think it counts.
When J needed new shoes, I let him pick without coaxing him in any way. He wanted to eat “at a café” so we did. It was a lovely afternoon spent in a way I wouldn’t have ever done with him before.
I’m planning adventures for the weekends, making an effort to make memories, saying “why not?” and then doing it.
I want to be open to suggestions, I want J to learn to listen to himself, I want to learn to listen to (and trust) myself.
It feels really good. Like I’m suddenly creating new possibilities and adventures. There’s a lightness in being when you open yourself up to, and then follow through with, your impulses.