I'm cured, maybe???

I went to a giant garage sale with my daughter this morning. It is being held at my church - still on tomorrow from 9 to 2 - and is an accumulation of stuff (furniture, clothes, books, dishes, Christmas ornaments, decorative items and so much more) donated by many members of the church.  Some people rent space and sell their own items. Proceeds go to a variety of charities.  For the last three years I rented tables and sold lots of stuff from my household; two generations of toys, mountains of electronic bits and pieces, tools and more. But this year, when  I thought about renting table space, I realized that I don't have much left to sell.  After my grand downsizing last summer when I sold, donated or pitched 3/4 of what I owned, I don't feel like getting rid of anything else, at least not yet. So I seem to be cured of selling.  But even better, as we strolled through the rows of tables I was tempted by a few items but I didn't buy anything --- yet.  I've volunteered to work there tomorrow and many things will be marked down to half price. If the little kitty statue is down to $1 I might just have to buy it. My daughter says if it's still there tomorrow, it's meant to be. We shall see.