What the Economic Blackouts Have Taught Me About Enough-ness

Sanctuary Dispatch | Tuesday Reflections from the Wild Path

The Soft Rebellion

I used to be the woman with Amazon packages stacked at the door like clockwork.

There was always something arriving—vitamins, books, yet another journal I was sure would change my life.

And Target? I couldn’t walk in for toothpaste without leaving $300 lighter, bags full of things I didn’t know I needed until I saw them nestled in the endcaps, whispering, “treat yourself.”

I never thought of it as a problem. That’s just how things were. We buy. We soothe. We cope. And in a culture that glorifies the hustle and numbs the ache, I was just another cog in the machine, lulled by two-day shipping and dopamine hits.

But when the economic blackouts began—collective calls to halt our spending in protest of policies that no longer serve the people or the planet—I felt a pull. Not a push. Not guilt or pressure. A pull. A whisper from deep within that said: what if you stopped feeding the system that is starving your soul?

I didn’t know what would happen when I said yes. I thought I’d feel deprived. I thought I’d miss the comfort of consumer rituals. But instead, I felt something I hadn’t in a long time: sovereign.

Without the distractions of buying and accumulating, space opened. I saw more clearly how deeply the capitalist spell had embedded itself in my nervous system. Buying had become a substitute for presence. For care. For connection.

And when I stopped?

I started tending instead.

Tending to my home. Tending to my emotions. Tending to the quiet, sacred discomfort of no longer self-soothing through a checkout screen.

I found magic in mending instead of replacing.

I found ritual in brewing tea instead of browsing sales.

I found strength in naming what I actually need—and 9 times out of 10, it wasn’t another thing.

It was rest.

It was truth.

It was rebellion.

This isn’t about perfection. I still consume. I still make purchases. But now, they’re slower. More intentional. I ask myself: Does this support the world I want to build? Or does it feed the one I’m resisting?

The economic blackout has become more than a political action. It’s become a spiritual one. A reclamation of values. A reminder that I am not just a consumer—I am a creator. A disruptor. A woman who remembers what truly matters.

And here’s what I’ve learned, in case you need the reminder too:

You are not what you buy.

You are not how much you produce.

You are not the sum of your subscriptions.

You are a living, breathing force of nature.

And nature does not ask for more. She asks for enough.

Tuesday Reflections from the Wild Path | A soft rebellion for the soul

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Each Tuesday, I share a dispatch from the edge of the old world—where systems are crumbling and something truer is rising.

These pieces weave together politics, power, and personal truth from a deeply human, heart-centered lens.

They are an offering of clarity in chaos. A reclamation of voice. A reminder that awakening is both inner and outer work.