I thought, yes, of course, shopping is an event. Though, when I really considered the concept, it was ever-so-slightly depressing. Shopping is an event, often, the very event for which people are shopping, finding the right thing to wear for the next time one has occasion to participate in the hunt. Indeed, I had taken great care in putting together my own outfit to see and be seen by the fashionistas.
Shopping before I had kids was a relatively peaceful way to spend an afternoon. I could fool myself into thinking it was free entertainment, that I was just browsing, just out for a little recreation.
Clothing and feeding a family of seven makes shopping a bit more of a chore. But it's still a reason to leave the house besides school and doctors' appointments. I can always identify a need for myself or the family, and set out on a quest to fulfill it. I know that having met this "need," another will rise to fill it. The quest can go on forever.
A greater feat is convincing myself that I lack nothing.
Pedge said of herself the other day, "I'm like Dory (the forgetful blue fish from "Finding Nemo"), I wake up every morning feeling like there's something I'm supposed to remember, something I'm supposed to do. Why aren't I satisfied?
Every day I forget my vocation until I return to my prayer and recall, O God, it is You for whom I long.
And even still, I'm totally capable of walking out of the Adoration Chapel and right into TJ Maxx."
Will there ever be a day that I don't depend on God for my everything, even the most basic understanding of my purpose? It can be daunting to think that every day I'll have to keep coming back, not just once, but many times a day, back to the well. So much work to reign in my errant longings.
And yet, it's much less effort, and with none of the disappointment of perpetually questing after that which will never satisfy.