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We have become a society that expects instant gratification.  We all want more and we want it now.  With same day or one hour delivery even from Amazon, it’s like there’s nothing we can’t get if we just want it.

I grew up dirt poor.  My mom was a waitress that was raising 4 kids mostly by herself.  We lived on commodities (remember those?), lots of pinto beans and peanut butter.  I wore hand-me-downs and second hand.  I learned early on how to stretch a dollar, pinch a penny, make do, use it up and wear it out.

I have fallen prey to the lure of consumerism.   I’ve always been good with money.   I’ve had to be and I thought I still WAS good with money, until just recently.

I’ve decided I want to buy a house.  I put pen to paper and figured out what I can afford to spend and have it paid for in less than 10 years so I can afford to retire.  That’s the grand plan anyway.

In order to have my plan work, I need to save some money for the down payment, closing costs, moving, etc, etc.

I thought I would have a yard sale.  What a great way to make some money and pare down what I have before I move.  Brilliant!

This is when I realized how awful my spending has become.

I moved to Texas in the fall of 2011.  I came here driving a small Uhaul truck, 10′ long and towing my car.  The truck was about half full of my possessions.  I sold or gave away most of my belongings before I left Oregon.  I moved here owning NO furniture.  I brought only the essentials and the sentimental I items I could not part with.  It wasn’t much.

I now live in a 2 bedroom house with a 2 car garage.  Every room has furniture in it.  Some rooms, have too much furniture!  Every closet is full.  I’ve run out of places to store my linens!

The storage of Stuff goes out to the garage too.  The garage has Christmas decorations, luggage and boxes of stuff that hasn’t seen the light of day in years!

In one corner of my living room I’ve started to stage things for the yard sale.  I am floored at how much crap I have acquired!  And I’m not done!

Why?   Why have I done this?

One of the main reasons I moved to Texas is because of the pitiful state the economy was in where I was living in Oregon.  Let’s just say that my income is much better than it was in Oregon.

I count my blessing all the time.  I tell my boss that I am thankful to work where I do!  I have enough money to have a nice place to live.  I’ve not over extended myself, so if I need a car repair, I get it repaired.  I eat well.  If I see a blouse in the store that I want, I get it.    I have some money in savings.  I’ve been able to help out friends and family in Oregon.

Looking at the stack of boxes in my living room, I am flat ashamed of myself!  I added 10 pairs of shoes and 6 or 7 purses to the stack of crap.   There are 2 sets of dishes for sale and I have 2 sets of dishes still in the kitchen!

In light of this gluttony, I’m putting myself on a strict no spending diet.  I’m going to start with the month of April.  NO unnecessary spending At All.   Let’s see how I do!  I’ll keep you posted.  Wish me luck!






Penny Wilson is a freelance writer who writes in several genres. She has written articles for WOW Women on Writing. Her poetry has been published in online journals, such as Ariel Chart, Spill Words Press and the Poppy Road Review. Penny is a member of the Austin Poetry Society. Her poetry has been featured in the publication America's Emerging Poets 2018 & 2019 by Z Publishing, Poets Quarterly and Dual Coast Magazine published by Prolific Press. You can find more of her writings on her blog at and follow her on Twitter @pennywilson123.

6 thoughts on “Gluttony

    1. I have a dear friend that is a pack rat, bordering on hoarder. She is always “organizing” this stuff. I asked her one day how many times she had touched these things in an attempt to organize them. That seemed to put it into perspective for her.
      Thanks for checking in on me Trent!

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  1. I commend you on the brave steps you have taken to extricate yourself from a state of dire poverty into your current situation in which your home is “crowded with crap” and you wondering how to successfully arrange a yard sale.

    My personal history is similar to yours. Father died when I was nine-years-old. Family dirt poor. I remember going to school proudly wearing patches on my blue jeans. I guess other folks thought we were “white trash” but that concept did not ring true for me.

    I lvied in an area where the better paying factory jobs were bequeathed to family members and if you did not fit in the clique you had to do the shit jobs.

    Somehow I saved my pennies, got a university degree and a degree in journalism and then started a newspaper career until the job market crashed and I was forced to move to another area of the country with just the clothes on my back.

    For a goodly number of years had to put my journalism dreams on hold but did secure a good warhouse job that kept the wolf away from the door and also helped me pay for my outstanding student loans.

    Living at the YMCA is no picnic but offered valuable learning experiences.

    Over the many years I too acquired a carload of “crap” that were probaly used as security balnekts for me. I have moved several times in the intervening years and each time I did I dumped the junk in the garbage bin.

    So instead of you turning yourself into a glutton for punishment pat yourself on the back and view these items as symbols of your personal accomplisment like badges of success.

    Then when you feel like it have the sale and enjoy the memories. 🙂

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    1. Thank you for putting a positive spin on this GC! With your history, you do understand.
      I need to post a story about some of the lengths my mother had to go to in order to make ends meet. Some of them pretty interesting!
      Thanks as always GC for looking in on me!


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