I’m a millennial, so I’m all about convenience. I’m sure that sounds bad, but it’s true.
I hate going into fast food places to order. Why bother when I can go through the drive-thru and stay comfy in my car? I hate going into the bank to make a transaction, so instead I take pictures of checks to deposit them (convenience at its finest!).
I promise, it’s not really a laziness thing. I just appreciate the convenience that technology offers.
That’s why when I was introduced to this thing called “online shopping” as a teenager I was immediately hooked.
During one of my adventures exploring the web, I came across a subscription service called Birchbox.
For $10 a month, I get stuff I don’t need sent to my front door.
This was an amazing discovery for me because while I do not totally hate shopping in a brick-and-mortar store, the amount of personal time I have is laughable. In-person shopping is a thing of the past for me.
Birchbox became like a gift in the mail every month.
I became addicted to these monthly subscription services. I’m currently signed up for three boxes: two are beauty and lifestyle themed, and one is clothing.
This is an investment in my eyes.
I save on gas and mileage, time and energy. It’s a win-win all around.
On the flip-side, I feel kind of guilty. I lose out on the feeling of accomplishment after I’ve scoured stores for hours and found the perfect item that I’m looking for. The interaction with kind sales associates is gone, too.
Yet, the most significant thing I lose out on is this: When I get out of my house to shop, that means I’m making time for myself to do something leisurely. Most importantly, this means I’m setting aside time to spend with loved ones.
So, that’s my dilemma. As a 20-something millennial, my desire for convenience is clashing with my conscience.
Sure, shopping certainly isn’t the only way to make time for myself and loved ones, but it’s a good excuse to get out into the community.
I have to find a balance between my love for convenience and my desire to make time for my family and myself.
The struggle is real.