The Price of Space

We had a yard sale today.

It’s been hanging over my head all week: the house disorganized and full of dusty junk that I needed/wanted to purge, but had to sort and price and mentally relinquish first. I don’t think that it was a coincidence that I found myself struggling with a low mood for several days.

Now that it’s over I feel relieved and exhausted, but still somehow frustrated and unable to sleep. All the things we didn’t sell now have to be sorted and put away or else donated and I’m covered in sunscreen and grit and have mostly eaten salt-and-vinegar chips, coffee, and nothing else.

So motivation is low.

But we reclaimed some storage space and made a few bucks so that feels like progress.

Anyway, I haven’t written much lately and that’s why. All my writing seemed to hit the same patch of mental detritus at the same time. It’s frustrating, but natural, I think, so I just need to grind through it.

~ by Gwydhar Gebien on June 30, 2018.

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