I sold a bunch of stuff tonight, at a mini garage sale with all my friends. I made $280! I rarely sold anything for more than a dollar or two, but some people slipped twenties into my hand. I have good friends. ~ My house is in a constant state of chaos and creation. I know I have a touch of the hoarder. I see potential in everything. I see value in everything. But I also practice resistance. I PRACTICE. Hard. It's hard. I talk my way around things. Sometimes I'll go out thrifting, and not pick up a single thing. I see those days as much successes as when I find something really great. Tonight was a success. I priced everything to sell sell sell, and oh, it did. So much stuff. I felt a bit guilty, though, selling stuff to my friend who is a legitimate hoarder. On the other hand, I know a lot of it will pass right through her hands and on to other people who need the stuff. I guess. Less than two weeks until the move. I'm only pooping my pants a little bit. . Rosie.
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