Upon returning from a recent trip, I checked my calendar for an appointment regarding a massage I had purchased from a discount site. Initially, it felt like a “complimentary” massage since I had already paid for it. However, I discovered it had expired over a month ago, and now I would need to pay an additional $20, plus a tip, just to redeem it. What a bargain! My initial intention of relaxation had turned into a desperate attempt to salvage my investment from January, when I had optimistically bought it, driven by the “New Year, New You” mentality.
Realizing that I had missed the appointment felt akin to surveying a landscape of shattered aspirations. A romantic fondue dinner for two at a local restaurant? Expired. A charming sightseeing tour in Washington, D.C.? Expired. There seems to be a disconnect between my excitement over the opportunities cluttering my inbox on a dreary weekday and my ability to organize my life to actually seize them. The same applies to gift cards. I often find myself as a retailer’s dream customer; I can’t seem to keep pace with managing these opportunities. Each shiny new gift card fills me with hope, only to become just another reminder of my shortcomings. I guess I am someone who invests in the notion of fun but lacks the follow-through needed to make it a reality. It’s often said that the anticipation of an event can surpass the experience itself, yet I still wish I had enjoyed that fondue dinner at some point.
Recently, I’ve even put myself on “library probation” due to accumulating late fees, which makes it difficult to immerse myself in a book when I know it could lead to yet another disappointment. I abandoned grocery coupons long ago, as the monthly ritual of cutting and organizing them only led to tossing them into the recycling bin, unused. Each expired coupon felt like a small victory; however, I would soon receive another batch, prompting me to strive for better self-discipline. The worst offenders were the peel-off stickers on food items advertising “$1.00 off NOW!” that I would only notice when I returned home, well past the “NOW” deadline.
As someone who prides themselves on savvy budgeting, my failure to manage coupons, discount offers, and library books fills me with a quiet sense of shame. When teenagers come knocking to sell discount cards for local businesses, it feels as if I’m lighting $20 on fire.
I have only one child at home, my schedule isn’t overloaded, and I’m generally considered reliable. So, what gives? Is the Internet to blame for my dwindling attention span? Is it the overwhelming presence of STUFF around me? Or am I simply at a stage in my mid-40s where I’m ready to embrace a little rebellion, dismissing my Subway rewards card as a statement of independence?
I’m not sure. But sharing this with you feels strangely liberating and also makes me want to curl up and take a nap. Or perhaps get that massage after all. Does anyone have a coupon?
In Conclusion
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