My husband grabbed one end of the five foot cardboard box & I the other. We attempted a few different ways to shove it into my 4-door 2005 Honda Accord.
"It's not going to work," he asserted.
"No. I think I can get it," I countered.
I ran to the opposite side - attempting one last maneuver to cram it into my backseat.
"Gosh darn stuff!" I grunted as I invested my last bit of energy.
Finally! The box cleared the door frame & landed on my seat... sideways.
My husband affirmed the obvious, "You know it's just going to all fall out when you pull it out?"
"I know," I sighed.
I drove the car to the grassy yard sale site a quarter mile from our home. In an attempt to spare my poor husband from any more of my great ideas related to this venture, I decided to transport the box from my car & up a small hill.
Surprisingly, it wasn't too difficult to slide it out the door. 'Phew' I thought. 'This shouldn't be too bad.'
Within seconds, clothes started to pop out the top - now side - of the box as it puckered & buckled. All of the clothes I painstakingly folded into nice, neat piles according to type melted into a jumbled soup on the sidewalk. Not only was it fabric that lie on the ground - it represented wasted money, wasted time, wasted opportunity.
I wanted to cry.
Not because the clothes were becoming dirty. Not because my organization & planning went to waste. Not because my husband could gloat about being right. And not because of the woman parked nearby who stared at me blankly as I contorted myself to save the contents.
I felt defeated by my own insatiable desire to acquire so much stuff. I burdened myself with this debacle. I got myself into this mess. After 2 years of simplifying, clothing is my last hurdle.
I spent a few hours upset about the situation. Until I came to a realization - a remembering.
This is a painful reminder of why I should never let it get to this point ever again.
It never would have been enough. The stuff never made me truly content, & I blindly continued to search for happiness in acquiring more.
The truth is that I am enough just as I am - no more but definitely with less.