It's always like this. We're watching Clean Sweep. Despite the promise of a FABULOUS SPACE FOR WORK OR RETREAT, it's like pulling teeth to get people to give up their junk, that's been littering their lives and crowding their comfort.

I am reminded of the story of the little girl who didn't want to give up her string of dress-up pearls. They were grimey and had seen better days. Her daddy was waiting to give her a string of real, shimmering pearls, but not until she would give up the fake, plastic ones.

And aren't we all like that? Why is it so hard to clean sweep our lives, and get rid of the junk? If I know that on the other side is glittery glory beyond my wildest imagination, why is it so hard to loosen my grip on the fake stuff?

There are stacks of Rubbermaid containers in the garage that are full of clothes I don't wear, home decor items I have no room to match, and Erik's turntables from his deejay days. He's holding onto them in case he chooses one day to have that as a side business. If he begins pricing smoke machines and a laser light show, I will lose my mind.

I guess what I'm really thinking about this morning is having a garage sale, as this is the first spring I've owned a garage.