I came home from work sick. At least I made it through half of the day. I think it's psychosomatic, just another bad consequence of my shopping binge.
But in the past week, I have experienced something new. When I let go of the shopping, good things come to me. I let go, and people brought me precious little rare and vintage gifts. I got a CD and earrings. I let go of shopping one night and went to bed instead, and had a nice sleep and more focus at work. I let go, and found new music to enjoy. I let go, and had the time to Google and find a new dentist instead. I found one right by my home, and I filled out their form online. They called me, and were really nice, and now I have a new appointment for the tooth that is bothering me. They even let you come on Saturday so you don't have to take off work! I let go, and discovered a new beauty sub deal that looks really great for me, but it came to me in an email; I did not have to look for it (that is, I found Scentbird has all sorts of skin and bath products and things I can get, and might be THE SUB for me). Every time I let go, something lucky happened.
I like this new feeling of letting go and letting things come to me, which is new to me. It's trusting in the Universe, or the providence of God, or finding blessings in the little things. And I thought, I should not say I'm not going to shop because better bored than broke, because how do I know I will be bored? Who knows what I'll find.