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So those three short days were pretty much my life for the past three weeks. Running the shop was the easy part, dare I even say fun. Inviting the general public into your living space is always entertaining. Also, Marie was having a blast trying to up sell my brother’s disco light. I thought I was going to die laughing when she tried to show this elderly man how fun the disco light was and how much he needed to have it. Whoever said that customer service is dead just hasn’t had the pleasure of working with Marie.
The hard part was, of course, setting it up and even harder was getting my house back in order afterwards. I’m just going to say that garage was looking nicer than the rest of the house since I couldn’t spend any time doing laundry and cleaning.
On the upside of this, I made more cash than I ever imagined. Who knew peddling my wares could be so lucrative? When I had the hard, cold cash in my weary hands, I felt a rush of power and accomplishment that I have not felt in a long, long time. The feeling took me by surprise. Who knew I missed making money so badly? For a few days afterwards, I felt despondent. I never expected to feel this confused about motherhood and my former career as a teacher.
But then I remembered how miserable I was when I was teaching. (I promise a post or two on this soon. I’m working up to it). The stress was unbearable. At the time, Harrington had what he calls a “coasting” job; the kind where you just show up and do your thing and go home. Teaching is the antithesis of a coasting job, and he never understood why I would be all cranky and emotional when I got home from a hard day of managing 150 teenagers and their parents. Well, years later, he has a job that requires total engagement, and he gets it now. And I am reminded why I don’t want to go back at this time. Not to mention, in my heart, staying home with the Babes is what works best for me and my family. . . I just need something a little extra, and I need a plan so when the Babes are in school, I know what I am going to do.
I know that I have talked about this before, but after the Treasure Sale, I see my future goals much more clearly. I am going to slowly start my freelance writing career. I am going to set a goal of writing an essay every one to two months and submitting it. I am going to continue to go to my writer’s meetings. I feel this is so key because the discussion helps me think of myself as a writer in an actual industry. The moderator is really good, yet I don’t think he realizes what an impact he has on me and my ability to see myself in a different light.
I have already submitted an essay and received a really nice rejection letter. I seriously didn’t think I could feel so uplifted from a letter like that. I think it was because the editor said how much she liked my references to pop culture, which means she actually did read it. Yea! And getting read is half the battle. So being an optimist, I only have another half to go. Next week, I am going to submit it to a second round of magazines now that I have a better feel for the process.
Hard to believe I got all that from some silly, little Treasure Sale. Oh, all that and this:
I skimmed off the top and treated myself to a pedi. As my friend Tracy wisely said, “Take some of that money and do something nice for yourself.” Thanks, Tracy! Now for the rest of the money, we are saving it to spend on our family vacation.
Money AND wisdom AND clarity on my future career plans, yeah, I’d say the Treasure Sale was successful.
Well, if you made through this gynormous post, congrats! Enough about me, what’s going on with you, Friends? How’s your summer starting out?