At lunch time today I decided that I was ready for a lawn sale. We are busy next weekend, so tomorrow it is. Holy crap. We are having a lawn sale tomorrow.
It's better this way because I have no time to think and reminisce, and no time to change my mind. All my crap will be gone 24 hours from now.
I am ruthlessly hoeing out. My poor stuff. Adored just days ago. Today unwanted and unloved.
The first time we had a lawn sale I swore that we would never do it again. Never ever.
I said the same thing last time too. This is a lot of work. I will feel better tomorrow, right? All this hard work will be worth it, yes?