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Let Go of What You Own Before It Owns You
A love hate relationship with selling your stuff
It’s a garage sale day and I hate it.
My spouse loves it.
It’s a day that brings childlike excitement to her eyes.
The date was set a week in advance and the preparation has been fast and furious. Full closet sweeps and diligent preparation. That’s the name of the game.
Every evening as I return from work, I am met with the full force of preparations. I pull my car into the garage. I can’t open the car door. Volumes of treasure are unearthed, relocated, and piled into the parking space next to mine. Filled with memorabilia, used toys, old picture frames, furniture that I had no idea we ever had.
This is the day I hate. Garage sale day becomes a personal attack on all my treasures. My things are the first target to sell. My “collections” are brought into the light and my rat-like qualities get exposed, leaving me struck with grief.
