“What’s it gonna take to make a dream survive?”
Last night was hard and also good. I started a documentary I’m really enjoying on Native American healing.
I’ve realized that I’m allergic to dust and pollen. And having to work on the garage sends my nose into intense overdrive. Plus it’s just not really fun.
I have 12 days until the renters come and I don’t feel anywhere near ready. I had a bit of an anxiety attack last night, but I just kept myself busy working through it. Then the preteen came home and threw up for hours. We don’t know if it’s her anxiety, the new meds, or what? But that wasn’t fun either.
My coping mechanism? A dose of THC and meditation/prayer. I was finally able to sleep after a few hours of deep breathing. I slept well and woke up feeling ok. Still a lot on my mind but just gonna do the best I can.
Since I haven’t heard back from the food pantry I think I’ll just make the second day of the garage sale a “free or whatever you want to pay” day and give half the money to the food bank.
Generally, because I have a lot of junk and left overs from clients and reselling I make about $500-700 per garage sale and I haven’t had one in a few years so I have a large accumulation of things. But with the economy and pandemic I’m not even thinking I’ll come close to that. Even though I’m getting rid of some high ticket items; my Bob stroller, bicycles, watches, tons of collectibles. I think I may pull one or two things from the free day that I know I can sell on Craigslist but otherwise it’s all going. And free is perfectly fine with me.
Today is my only “day off” I’m giving myself from packing and organizing and I still have to box and ship out three items, send a fax to the unemployment office and go to Home Depot for a water main shut of tool. Which is fine. No room for laziness right now.
The sun is shining. The ground is still under my feet. Life marches on. Enjoy the splendor of living. And if you can’t find it anywhere, keep looking. 😉