Black Friday wasn’t so Black

How can I hate Black Friday, but also love it? I get excited and see all these amazing deals (the part I love), then my emotions take hold and off to the stores I go (the not so good part).

The start of my saving grace began with the fact that my Thanksgiving plans sent me out of town to a small community (30 miles from the next large city) that didn’t have most of the stores I’m drawn to. I basically had Wal-Mart, Menards (yes, I love my power tools), and some smaller chains. If removing myself, physically, from a situation is a way to help myself, I’ll take it.

The second part, which I was in complete control of, included NOT setting an alarm to get up at some insane hour of the morning and going shopping. I told myself that if something wasn’t there when I finally arrived, then it wasn’t meant to be. I didn’t even walk out the door until 11am. Most of the time I’m done shopping and home by 6:30 am wondering what to do the rest of the day.

By the time I got home, I had a couple of Christmas gifts in hand, some wrapping paper and a couple of household items that I did need.  I was proud of myself. I did have an item or two in my hand, that I really wanted, but I chose to walk around the store, take my time in deciding whether or not to go straight to the register and ended up putting those items back.  

I won’t say I was perfect, as I did buy a couple of things that weren’t necessities, but I didn’t do “damage” like I’ve done in the past. 

Another Black Friday put to rest!

 

Comments

[Cheryl]

Good for you, Amy! I'm impressed with your willpower. I was awakened at 4:15 a.m. (By my cat. True story.) & got a lot of deals - but also spent too much.