It's Almost The Weekend...

I believe I only got 4 or 5 coats on last night.  I can’t remember which because frankly, I lost count.  I just painted and painted and painted – and painted.  Maybe I painted again but I can’t remember.  It was 9:30 when I finally cleaned out my brush.

 

I’m afraid I will need about 10-15 coats of that crap to make my spice bins stick to the wall the way I would like.  I mean, after I put the top coat of the actual paint color I want that will take away some of the magnetic pull so I have to make it work well before that top coat.

 

Ugh.  I thought this was gonna be simple.  I mean, it’s like every project I do seems to take days and days and days.  Why can’t I accomplish anything in one day and feel accomplished? 

 

I’m still working on sorting through my entire place for the garage sale.  You would think after the 8 garage sales I have had in the last 4 years that I would have any crap left but I do - lots of it.  I’m finally getting down to the nitty-gritty stuff.  The stuff I refuse to part with because it means something or I think I might be able to use it some day.

 

SOMEDAY hasn’t happened in 4 years and it’s not gonna happen.  I must break the ties and let it go.  It’s junky, old crap that doesn’t do anything but collect dust and sit in a pile because I have NO WHERE to store it.  I want my new house to function and I don’t have a basement, attic or extra car stall to hide/store it in.

 

I have 6 days left until I must be done with this process.  The next few days will be a rough ride but it has to happen.  It just has too.  I might even convince myself to sell my wedding decorations, wedding dress - two hundred or best offer will get it. 

 

I’m holding on to a past that serves no purpose but to remind me of how I failed.  That, or how naive I once was.  Maybe that is what life is about but I don’t need the reminders anymore.   I have to move on because it’s time and I need the space dang-it.