No More Yard Sales!

I participated in a yard sale today during which I accumulated a total of $23.00, after paying for my portion of the overpriced, but tasty, cheese pizza, I remained with $15.00 profit. I was there at the sale from 7:30 until around noon.  Now, this equates to $3.33/hour. Really? Kathryn made more waiting tables for the Olive Tree when she was 15! and my reward for 4.5 hours of work...$15.00?

Let it be noted that I did not contribute a great deal to the sale, however what I did contribute was of good quality. A few shirts, skirts, sweats, etc. from Abercrombie, Aeropostale, Victoria's Secret, and the list continues. These, of course, are "toss aways" from each of my daughters.  Several did not sell and I was appalled.

I considered selling some of my smaller clothing that doesn't quite fit at present and opted against it because I had an inspiration today that I'd like to share:
     A very sweet, well-meaning yet blunt lady I have known for over 25 years came to the yard sale.  I suppose she recognized my voice because I heard her say "Cindy!  Is that you?" I turned to her, said her name, and walked towards her in a friendly way and...wait for it...wait for it...hugged her. We talked about a few things, small talk mostly, and then she dropped the bomb: "I'm glad to see you got big like I did!" WOW!  I responded with a "yes, I sure did" then laughed and shortly after, we parted ways.

After she left, I had to share the story with those working in the sale because, let's face it - it was funny! And, yes, Cindy Jackson CAN laugh at herself.  If my self-esteem was low, low, low...it would've devastated me, but I try to keep a positive view of myself. And people, we just have to laugh if we're going to survive!

HOWEVER...did it bother me?  Heck yeah it did! And it bothers me that it bothers me. And it bothers me that it bothers me that it bothers me! and so on, and so on, and so on.  After much contemplation, I have decided that I give the whole issue tooooooooo much contemplation!  I'll also venture to say that the friend probably didn't give that comment one more thought.  She meant it, she was glad we had both 'grown', because it's good to be on the "same team'.  So, it was quite possibly a compliment that we had both arrived at the point in our lives where we realized health was important, but not so much so that we obsess over our size to the point of not being able to focus elsewhere.

I choose to take it as a compliment and keep hoping others can do the same when faced  with something similar. Health matters/ Size does not. (repeat til you believe) Improve yourself but also accept the "you" that you are right now!

And my dear friend, if you are by chance reading my blog...I am not offended, just tickled, and so very thankful that you feel free to make blunt comments like that to me.

(I HOPE THIS MAKES SENSE...IT'S AFTER MIDNIGHT AND THE OLD GIRL IS EXHAUSTED!)