A couple of days ago, I lamented the excess “stuff” we have in our house. It’s making me crazy and I was toying with the idea of having a garage sale to get rid of some stuff.
But I had all sorts of reasons why I couldn’t do it…It’s September (not exactly prime yard sale season in PA). No one will come. I can’t get ready in time. It might be windy (rainy, snowy or too sunny).
Most of my “stuff” was bought for a steal (cause I’m a killer thrifter, y’all), so it all feels like some sort of retail victory. I can’t sell all my prizes!
But the real reason I feel compelled to hold onto my stuff…Even when it’s making me crazy…is that I find myself thinking about all the “what ifs”. What if I find a space for that stuff? What if we move? What if I rearrange and want to use different stuff? What if someone else can use my stuff? What if a herd of marauding zombies rampages through my house and breaks all the upstairs stuff and I need to fill in with the basement stuff?
All valid points, I suppose (except the zombies, of couse). But in exchange for all this excess stuff, I’m giving up my time, peace, contentment, space and money. I’m not being a good steward of what I have and I’m filling my (somewhat limited) brain space with too much unimportant “stuff”. It’s not worth it.
One quote from Nester’s post brought it all into focus for me. She said…
If I’m so great a finding a deal, I’ll find it again later, right?
DUH! Right? I don’t need to exercise my thrifting prowess in anticipation of some need (or want). I can wait until that need happens and THEN look for a bit of stuff.
So now I’m loading up the garage with my stuff and I’ll be trying to sell if next Saturday (September 18th). If it doesn’t sell, its going into the van and straight to Goodwill. I’m breathing easier already.
Attn locals!!! If you’re in SW Pennsylvania and feel like checking out my sale, friend me on facebook or email me or something so I can see you’re a real person and not a marauding zombie. If you can do that, I’ll give you my address and you can come get some of my stuff.