Other than God, family’s all you really need. (Granny, Great Uncle, Paw Paw, Great Aunt, Great Granny.)
Have you ever secretly wished for a fire in your life?
I have to be honest–part of me has. (Though, a hurricane would be more appropriate from where I’m standing.)
I know this is extreme, and, of course, not something I would actually want to have to deal with….but the thought of it is liberating. I just finished reading an article that addresses this topic, and felt that I could definitely relate.
Even now, after all the work I’ve done on my home. I look around, and there’s still so much left I could be rid of it. Even the things I know I’m not emotionally ready to release, I am fully aware that I could do without them.
That’s what’s so intriguing about the idea of a fire. It would completely take the decision-making process away, leaving you with only what you needed to survive.
Again, I don’t actually want to deal with the aftermath of a house-fire, and my heart aches for those who have actually had to live the nightmare of one. I just find myself weary these days of all the decisions, and this is only because I want to go further.
I need to go further.
I’m giving myself a little time–seeing as how the last purge was a pretty big one–before moving on to the next step with my possessions. And truthfully, I feel like my focus for the moment needs to be on my health.
I’m good at sticking to something once I start it, and lately my health/diet has suffered due to my focus on other things. This is one area that I know I can’t half-ass, so I want to get back on the health wagon, immediately, and build new, permanent, healthy habits. I may do a post on this subject when I feel I’ve arrived at my lagom.
Do you secretly wish to be stripped of some (or all) of the decision-making when it comes to decluttering your life?
What a productive weekend!
My mother and I had been planning this yard sale since before Christmas, and we were so glad for the weekend to finally arrive.
We decided to do a Friday night sale, starting at 8 pm and lasting until whenever the crowd stopped coming in, as well as the traditional Saturday morning sale. Friday evening, people started showing up at about 5:30. We were so busy, we were unable to finish unpacking several of our boxes.
We managed, though, with the help of my dad and my cousins, who also contributed some items. They’re my favorite people to throw one of these things with. We always have the most fun.
Between all of us, we made over $1,000.
I find this hard to believe, considering we’ve had multiple yard sales over the past couple of years, and always think we’ve gotten rid of everything there is to get rid of. I distinctly remember at our last yard sale saying, “Well, this will probably be our last one. We’ve finally gotten rid of almost everything we don’t need or use.”
We couldn’t have been more wrong.
I was reminded of a quote from–don’t laugh–Dawson’s Creek:
Letting go isn’t a one-time thing. It’s something you have to do over and over, everyday.
Such true words! I can’t even tell you how eye-opening and freeing the experience was!
Normally, I would hang on to the items that didn’t sell, in hopes of selling them at our next yard sale….but this time….
I just wanted to be rid of it.
Don’t get me wrong–I did save a few things that I can get quite a bit of cash for on Ebay or what have you. But all the other stuff? Gone, baby, gone.
My mom and I took 5 large tubs of left-over items to Goodwill and will be taking about 2 tubs worth of clothing to a local charity through the Methodist church. We also ended up with a box of books (novels, textbooks, music books) that didn’t sell–which will be donated to the local library–as well as a box of religious books that we will donate to our church. Last, we have about 2 tubs worth of antiques that we will try to sell to a local antique store. We’ve done this in the past with a few items and have been very pleased with what we were paid for them.
So, all in all, the weekend was a success.
Our loads are lighter, and we are a little bit richer….in more ways than one.
And, my mom finally got her dining room back.