I move my butt

So, my daughter, Melanie, gave me Liz, her Nanny and Noah, my grandson to help me get all the crap out of my house so I can sell it and move to a smaller (?) and nicer place...the old house is really getting hard to care for, a lot of stuff needs repair and the tree is so huge and becoming a problem...too much for me right now. SOOOOOO.....Liz and I worked for a day and came up with a plan and moved garage stuff into the yard and Noah came over and convinced me that a garage sale was a lot of work in the hot sun and would not, in the long run, be very profitable...I sat like a dying lump for a while and agreed...he took most of the stuff to Thrift shops that day. Don came over and took all the videos and he knows a guy who does Mosaic work and will ask him to come for stuff...I said if he would take it ALL...he could have it ALL...but, no picking through it and leaving a mess for me to deal with...also going to try to do the same thing with my paint supplies (that is real hard) Painters have all the paint that I have and more and do not want it and everyone else has no use for such a quantity. I either have to schlep it to recycle 15 gallons at a time or pay someone to haul it away. PLEASE let me remember this as I go into a new phase of my creative self...DO NOT collect an ENORMOUS pile of materials that I MIGHT need to use...it is not just the waste of money paying for this and that....The real torture is trying to deal with the stuff that I just never got around to using...it is "good" stuff (in my mind) and dealing with it seduces me into thinking that I might just get back to that particular idea and actually produce it. The trouble is, that I have an idea a minute...they fire through my brain constantly...I would need the speed of light to actuate all of them...and I have to remember that as I divest myself of the latest collection and be firm with myself about any future thing I think I want to do. My new living situation will probably be an Apartment or a Condo and there will simply not be enough room. LET ME REMEMBER THIS TIME...LET ME REMEMBER THIS TIME...LET ME REMEMBER THIS TIME.
This is Saturday and Noah comes again on Monday...maybe we can haul it all and be done with it (or maybe not) I am hoping we can do it and then I can truly be free to move, to roam, to travel light into this new future..I did change my name to Free for a reason...maybe now the power of the name will keep me moving my butt forward.