Apparently this “year of no shopping” thing has been a thing for a while, but I was too busy to notice. Years ago I was too poor to shop, so I didn’t worry about not shopping. Then when I started making some money I got busy making up for years of poverty. Later I think I went shopping when I was filled with some kind of anxiety: maybe I’ll feel thinner with a new shirt or shoes or bag or necklace. Too enmeshed in this kind of magical thinking, I never considered not shopping.