Monday, July 1st started for me like most Mondays…alarm at 6am, shower, breakfast, drive to the office and fire up the laptop at 7:20. It was just another day at the office but with a new twist. The countdown has begun in earnest – 18 more days on the calendar, 12 more office days until I leave this desk for good.

Donna had reminded me several times over the past couple of weeks that the estate sale people would be at our house today to begin to inventory our household goods for sale. For some reason, I had a hard time finding motivation to really buckle down and start organizing my garage and basement (man cave) stuff. I did get a start on it over the weekend because she told me they would begin with the garage. So I made sure I sorted through tools and whatnot.

After work, I pulled into the driveway and hit the garage door opener, then hit the brakes. In garage #1 (we have two garages) where I usually park my Touareg, there were tables set up with items arranged for sale! I entered the house to find more of the same. Our basement was half cleaned out. Wow. I felt like I’d been smacked with a 2 x 4. I should have heeded Donna’s warning and gotten ahead of the curve. I thought, “This is really happening and happening soon.”

I’ve been okay with letting go of possessions up to this point, but now I have to make the hard decisions. Which guitars and amps will go? What can I keep? How much can I pack into the trailer and basement storage in the motorhome?

Procrastination catches me out again.