Week One Down, A Lifetime of Crap to Go

September 7,2025

Week one is done, and instead of feelng like a minimalist queen, I feel like i’m stuck in some weird grage-sale purgatory. Boxes of (gone through) but still full have gone from the recesses of the house into my living room. A few things are gone, but the house looks like it could audition for a reality show called Crap I Can’t Believe You Still Own.

The questions circling in my head right now:

• Am I ever going to find my rhythm, or am I destined to flail around like 21 year old me half-drunk after my second shift drink?

• Why does it feel like everything I post online to sell just sits there, haunting me like an unsold Cabbage Patch doll?

• Why am I dragging my feet on listing more stuff? (Answer: because apparently procrastination is my love language.)

• Do I really want to wast a few weekends in the driveway arguing with strangers over whether my crystal lamp is worth $3 or $5?

• Or should I just hire an estate-sale mercenary, hand over the keys, and let them monetize my clutter while I hide out at the closest dive bar?

Yes, I’ve made progress. Things look lighter, but it doesn’t feel like enough. My brain’s running a loop of “you’re not doing enough” like it’s up for a Grammy for Most Annoying Soundtrack.

And also,… I keep acting like I’m going to get called into the principal’s office for not hustling harder. And I find myself making excuses for why I’m not getting more done. I’m making these excuses for who? To answer to who?!? Nobody. NOBODY is grading me! It’s just me.

I am the boss of this circus. the pace I am gong is the pace it’s going to be. I have to make that my new mantra.

Hopefully the momentum kicks in soon and that snowball starts rolling down the hill. Until then, I’ll keep chipping away,…one lazy-ass listing at a time.

Until next time,

<3 Xtina