Forget about philosophy and
let’s talk about addiction. Specifically,
shopping. I didn’t think I had a problem
but I am looking at a stack of Christmas cards on my filing cabinet that needs
to be explained! I mentioned a while
back that I have always loved notepaper and note cards. I also told you about this wonderful new
store called Papyrus. Folks, I have
become addicted. I look at the cards and
each box is more beautiful than the last one.
I cannot help myself.
Okay, that is a bit dramatic
but you get my drift.

When we look at someone
critically because they are overweight, are inebriated or have a cigarette in
their hand we should examine our own conscience (and closets) and just see what
little old addiction is clinging to us before we put on our haloes. Maybe having too many Christmas cards isn’t
the worst thing in the world, but it certainly has me thinking about why I feel
compelled to buy every pretty one I see!
Is it addiction or
compulsion? Avarice? Fear of never having anything again? Whatever the cause it certainly indicates a
fragility I would rather not admit to.
It is humbling but I really hope I don’t have to go to a meeting and say
“Hello, my name is Sanne and I am a Christmas Card addict”. My solution is to do a Christmas Card
exchange with my friends so we can all have some pretty cards to share with our
non-mutual friends.
Well . . . I’m trying.
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