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Shopping is My Happiness Mantra

April 22, 2019
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I have thought multiple times before taking up this as today’s post title. Shopping, really! I mean yeah, for the women it’s kind of stress buster but for the gents, well I will keep is low now. So, yes shopping definitely makes its way on my happiness mantra list.

Shopping is a stress buster, a retail therapy which makes you feel happy, excited, and rejuvenated. This is surely not a solution to the problems, but a great chance to gather positive energy to fight it on. Shopping keeps you busy, out from the melodrama happening around, and concentrated.

“Money can’t buy Happiness, but it can buy some fabulous shoes. Which is pretty much the same thing.”

Anonymous

A couple of studies have also reflected, that retail therapy really works. A shiny stone in your ring, or some hot sassy red lipsticks, that amazing little black dress, or Jimmy Choo shoes. These things are not just for keepers, but to boost your soul (apologies for the hyperbole, I am talking shopping), with confidence. According to a 2011 study published in the Journal of Psychology and Marketing, retail therapy can positively affect your mood. (1)

Also, read Rise and Shine.

How can Shopping make me Happy?

Shopping is happiness retail therapy

Shopping makes everyone happy (apart from my better half, he gets all grumpy & a little crazy). Don’t we shop to celebrate special occasions, like birthdays, anniversaries, promotions, etc? Shopping gives you the experience of happiness.

Honestly, I love spending time out shopping alone, then sitting duck with issues hammering inside my head. The break from stress, boredom brings joy and spirit upliftment. Also, it’s a knowledge enhancer. You get to learn about the latest trends, designs, fashion, lifestyle, food, and much more.

But again, everything in moderation is the key to balancing our lives. Shopping helps only when it is not hampering your monthly budgets or getting addictive. Research has also proved shopping can become an addiction, and it won’t take time before you will be called – hoarder.

Before you start with the Shopping Therapy –

  • Spend the amount that is available to spent on shopping only.
  • Invest more time in personal experiences.
  • Do not stress-shop, it gets crazier.
  • Resolve between the need and desire.
  • Lastly, enjoy shopping as an experience instead of getaway.

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Ref – https://edition.cnn.com/2013/07/17/opinion/drexler-shopping/index.html

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