We are predators. We hunt game for sport. We hunt our houses and our mates.
But there is no greater pursuit, no more daring a quest, than the hunt for a bargain.
Hunting season has begun and the shoppers have loaded their weapons.
Oh, we love the hunt.
Waking at the break of dawn, pushing, shoving, pouncing on our prey. It’s not the stuff we want – it’s the fish story.
“You got that for how much?”
“It was 97% off – and I had a coupon for another $1 off. And it was the last one.”
Never mind that it wasn’t on the list before the sale sign was spotted or the flyer researched. Never mind that the giftee didn’t ask for it. Never mind that the reviews said it wasn’t that great or that you have something similar or that it won’t be used more than twice.
It was on sale.
I’m no minimalist. I like stuff – and a healthy amount. I enjoy shopping and I enjoy buying. I have scoured the sales racks and thumbed through the Sunday circulars.
But I’ve lost my taste for the fresh blood of a sale. Cheap is no longer a reason to buy.
Embrace the hunt but reevaluate your prey.
It’s time to hunt bigger game. When resources are limited, you have to seek out that which will sustain you the longest. Instead of looking for the best deal, hunting things that waste your time, money, and energy, pursue the best gift. Stalk the unique experience. Follow the scent of special.
The perfect gift is out there – eluding you in the bushes, covering it’s tracks, running faster, jumping higher. You can catch it.
This year, you may find the perfect gift somewhere you don’t expect. You might find it at the flea market, the church bazaar, the boutique in town you keep meaning to visit, or at the new restaurant down the street. Get out & explore.
Find new hunting grounds.
Seek out your prey.
Corner your quarry.