I notice that my choices slowly change. Pretty often I find myself saying: I don’t really need that. And it is not necessarily the point of “can I afford it or not”. I just find that I don’t need it. It doesn’t make me happy, I don’t need it for food or shelter or enjoyment. I simply don’t need it. I am not craving shopping tours or the so called retail therapy. It is just not there. There is still enough money to spend on the necessities of life, but I am not going for the additional things I usually would go for. I still have a weak spot for books and I wasn’t completely consequent, but I also notice that I am more choosey than before.