Reality bites.

No, not the movie from the 90s that was actually about the 70s.

I’ll start off by saying that normally I try to be a little less irreverent in these posts than on my craft blog, because the subject matter of this blog is a little more serious. However, this post is heavily irreverent, and please understand that I’m poking fun at myself.

So here you go. I have learned that gods find you when you need them, and lately I’ve been praying to Lakshmi a lot. I often forget why that is, but then I go out and look up the things I “need” on the internet, and while I realize I don’t really need them, my physical self still tries to convince me that I do. I also realize that a main Hindu virtue is living debt-free. So basically I don’t pray to Lakshmi to ask for wealth, because I have that. I live in the U.S. I have a good job. I own my own home.

I’m just a terribly money manager. Conceivably, with a little self-control, I could have those things I am convinced that I “need.” The solution is actually quite easy. I have this irrepressible urge to buy saris. It’s like my brain goes “you need to save money” and then I see a sari and I tell my brain, which is fickle, that I need to save money, and then the fickle brain goes “but that sari is what you need! It’s woven from cotton that Gandhi spun himself!* It’s a shade of blue never seen before on earth!” And then I find myself with this sari that, while lovely, doesn’t get a chance to be worn very often and eats up that portion of funds that I intended to save.

I prayed to Lakshmi for a while for additional abundance. And then I had a flash of inspiration, and now pray to her to help me recognize the abundance already present in my life. To help me save money and to pay off my debts. To remind me that I don’t really need things to be happy. That sharing my abundance is just as satisfying.

And to remind me that I really don’t need that extra sari.

*Sari example for the sake hyperbole only. I mean no disrespect to Gandhi-ji.

About HappyGoth

By day, I'm a graphic designer. By night, I'm a knitter. I'm doing my part to keep Hotlanta stylish. I imagine that if you don't already understand the title of the blog, you're probably confused and perhaps slightly annoyed, but never fear - I do have a reason (and it's a good one). Having gone to hear Stephanie Pearl McPhee, and then having been inspired to blog about knitting, I found myself wondering what to call the blog. I recalled a conversation I had with Mouse and the Chicken Goddess about why it is a Bad Idea to anger knitters - this conversation was following SPM, aka the Yarn Harlot telling the assembled throng about Those Who Do Not Understand Knitting and Therefore Belittle It Much to the Chagrin of Others, or TWDNUKTBMCO, which is not the acronym she used but is the one I'm using because I forgot hers - that is, we are numerous and we all have very pointy sticks, easily transforming into an angry mob. Therefore, knitters = angry mob.
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1 Response to Reality bites.

  1. Aamba says:

    You’ll just have to start wearing saris more often! šŸ˜‰

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