The big flea market is Saturday.. just two days away. I'm completely flipping out in ways I never imagined. It fluctuates between wanting EVERYTHING to sell and be gone....horror and shame at all of the stuff I have accumulated.... and fear of not wanting to let it go.
I have so much stuff to sell that my yard is literally not going to be big enough. wow...and damn. wow. damn. that's a lotta stuff.
then the anxiety sets in. as a kid...and even now as an adult...I have these anxiety nightmares where I dream that all of my "stuff" is outside....and it begins to rain and a storm is rapidly approaching....and I have to race to bring everything inside before it gets ruined. there's a chance of thunderstorms on Saturday. So I may have to face that anxiety head on...and that terrifies me even more than letting go of the stuff.
The mound of yard sale items is so large....I can barely move in the living room now....the worst part will be bringing it back into the house. I wish I had another solution but I'm not ready to just give it all away yet. I'm going to make a pact with myself: take ALL offers...no matter how ridiculous. My reward to all of this....aside from a clutter free house....if I make any money....I'm going to put it towards a new minimalist living room.
I'm selling the sofa, leather recliner, entertainment unit and tv. yep. almost the whole damn living room. And it feels good.
here's wishing myself strength and luck..... I'll need both.
No comments:
Post a Comment