Ok, I have what appears to be a solid contract. I’m getting the ephemera down to a manageable level…key word – getting. Now it’s time to let go of my furniture. I have been very proud of my furniture. A few pieces were bought new. I have never had such good quality furniture in my life and there are pieces I love. Like the little round breakfast table and four chairs. And the red painted cabinet. The sofa is rich red and gold, down filled, huge, and comfy. While the bedroom set is way too big for the bedroom, it is beautiful and impressive…and from Mr. Virgo. But, these things can’t go with me. In order to take them, I would need to have them moved or make two trips or have someone drive my car with TOW-Wanda and I’d follow with a U-Haul. There are several reasons these are not viable options, the biggest of which are the expense involved and the lack of room in the farmhouse. Mine isn’t “farmhouse” furniture anyway.

This leaves me with sorting out my feelings again…a never ending process on this journey. Of course I have an emotional attachment to my things. They are a part of the picture of my married life. They are the props to my life story with Mr. Virgo. But they are only things. Things of this world. Scripture tells us not to be in love with the things of the world….the material things. Because these things pass. They are fleeting. I am not defined by the objects I carry with me. There’s nothing wrong with enjoying comforts and beautiful things. But as the old adage goes…you can’t take it with ya. My kids are taking what they want and storing what they can for me, particularly a large tryptic painting we had commissioned, a curved front curio my uncle found in a barn, and my mom’s cedar chest. My roll top desk the same uncle gave me has gone to my ex-husband because he loved it so much and eventually one of the kids will get it so it stays in the family. I have invited people I know and love to see if there is anything they want to buy before I offer it to the public.

I am being particularly careful to NOT say things like “I’ll never have such nice furniture again.” because that is a direct order to the universe to deliver. Instead, I am opening my hands and letting go of the things I held onto so tightly. I’m letting go of them with love so they might bring joy to others. I am thanking God for letting me have the use of them for so long and for the money they will bring. This frees me of the burden of carrying them back and forth or the expense of storing them. It frees me of the worry that someone might break in and steal them. And I know the universe (which is to me, God) will provide for me and I will live in abundance no matter what situation I might find myself. Abundance is so much more than stuff. It’s the wealth of love, hope, strength, and courage in every situation. I may not have a ton of money, but I’m wealthy beyond belief! <3