IT SPARKED JOY
Every once in awhile you come across something that is just what you have been looking for. In my case, it was this canvas bag (I'll admit I'm a bag person). I had been looking for something to keep my loose change in an easily accessible manner. I struggle to pick out the fourteen cents on a $5.14 purchase from a little, tightly packed and filled to the rim, coin holder. The alternative, paying with a ten dollar bill, meant getting more change back (now where do I put it). It was on a trip to Silver Dollar City that I thought to look for just that (lots of craft stuff there). While walking through the SDC General Store, I found this bag. It was perfect. Made of canvas, leather and U.S.A. stamped on the side. I picked it up and checked the construction then flipped it over to see the price. Did I mention it was well constructed and of good material? It was a lot more than what I was planning to spend so I put it back.
At the end of the day before leaving the park, I decided to swing by the General Store for one more look. I've been through this before. You find something that is just what you were looking for only not to buy it and then wished you had. Worse is returning later only to find that they have sold out. I decided to buy it. As I picked it up to take it to the cash register my son said something? I heard it, but I didn't hear it. My focus was on making the purchase.
In a parent-child relationship, you typically think that the parent provides the sage advice. But I have learned as much from my son than possibly I have imparted to him. Careful to avoid the entrapment of things and the eventual clutter he gave me a book entitled 'The Life-Changing Magic of Tidying Up' by Marie Kondo. Knowing my penchant for buying 'stuff' his, part background commentary and question at the General Store shot past me for the moment. It was days later that I asked him what he had said and he responded: "I asked if it sparked your joy." In the book the author challenges the reader to consider whether the item you are buying or deciding to keep sparks your joy. I had to smile.
Well, it did then and does now and continues to do so each time I use it. When I pull it out, there is a smile that crosses my face (the joy) and a reminder of my son's practicality and subtle humor about it all. The whole of this sparked my joy.
Geez, in a world of debit cards and Apple Pay,
I've become an old man with a coin murse (albeit a very cool man-bag).