This weekend my husband, Mark, and I had a garage sale. I love a good garage sale. Garage sales are good for the soul.
The garage sale allowed me to cleanse my life of material clutter—a much needed cleansing.
The garage sale meant we gave friends and neighbors an open invitation to come by and chat—something we apparently need to do more often, since we discovered we work in the same building as a neighbor of ours!
The garage sale made use of Mark’s assets from his past life as a clinical psychotherapist—his ability to connect with people, make them laugh, and cause them to feel immediately comfortable by holding brand new women’s clothing up in front of himself and asking, “Muy bonita, no?”
The garage sale reminded me how good it feels to recycle and repurpose—especially when I was able to sell my entire collection of Stampin’ Up stamps to a woman who returned to our sale after staying up late playing with the stamps she had purchased the previous day.
The garage sale forced me to laugh at myself—I got the 25 dollar sticker confused with a 25 cent sticker, which made for some really pricey glitter.
The garage sale pushed me to let go—sometimes it is just the right time to let go.
The garage sale made a team out of Mark and me—there was too much to do to for us to waste any time bickering.
The garage sale was good for my soul.