This time of year is full of birthday parties. And, like the Christmas shopping season, I find my anxiety rising and the thought of picking out a present. It’s not that I don’t want to give something thoughtful and nice; it’s I’m terrible at it.
There are some consumers who excel at buying gifts. I’ve seen it, I’ve been on the receiving end of an incredibly touching gift and besides feeling grateful I’m also in awe. And feel a little subpar. Because try as I might, I don’t think I’ve ever blown anyone away with an amazing gift that rocked their world.
Thank god for gift cards, amiright?
Most of my problem is I hate shopping. My husband tells me I love spending money, which is maybe true, but I love spending money on travel and Costco runs. Planning travel is my absolute favorite thing to do, but researching the best gift for a 6-year-old nephew is on a personal level of hell. I like to browse Target, but give me a specific shopping goal and I rarely meet it.
I usually give gifts with my eyes half-closed because no matter how much money I spend, I always feel like it’s not enough.
A few times I’ve tried to surprise my husband with something thoughtful, and he always guesses what I’ve bought him. This past year I did get a pretty useful, well-loved present for my kids, but in the nearly seven years I’ve had kids it was the first “hit”. And it was a used dollhouse I bought through one of those local-yard-sale-type apps.
I’m even worse at giving family and friends gift suggestions for my loved ones.
I know there’s a perfect gift-giving formula out there, something like the perfect gift equals want divided by need squared….but I was never strong in math and I’ve yet to crack the code.