Life | Thoughts from Our Garage Sale
I’m currently manning our garage sale while Jenna’s out with the girls.
We’ve been doing garage sales for years, and every year it seems like we have just as much junk out as we did the year before. However as I sit here and look around, I’m realizing that most of what is for sale is stuff that other people have given to us to sell for plane tickets to Ethiopia.
Meaning: hardly any of it was ours to begin with.
Last night I did the usual spin around our bookshelves and CD racks to find merch for our sale. I pulled two books and maybe 20 CDs. But hardly anything in the stacks was garage-sale ready. Most were music and books that we enjoy on a regular basis.
I looked through my closet. I wear everything. Shoes? Same thing.
I went through our knick-knacks hoping to find some trash that could become someone else’s treasure.
NOTHING!
And sure, we’re unloading lots of kids clothes that are ours as well as some toys that our kids have really lived without anyway. But overall, we’ve hardly anything to sell.
People are literally walking up to the front of the garage, realizing that it’s all baby/toddler stuff, and are walking away.
I think I’d be offended that people don’t want our stuff if weren’t for the fact that we don’t want it either.
Seriously, what has happened to us?! It’s like in the past year we’ve become un-American with the way we don’t consume as much as used to.
Could this be that thing that some people call “growth”?