Sometimes you find lust when you least expect it.

Like on garage-cleaning day. I didn’t see things from that perspective when I woke up and my husband reminded me of what he’d planned for our afternoon.

Let me be totally honest here. I was not in a positive mental place as I put on my faded jeans and rattiest T-shirt. The thought of our garage, overflowing with junk, was enough to make me want to hide under the blankets for days.

But Rob had decided we were going to tackle the terror. The idea was to get rid of anything and everything we were no longer using. We’d bring items to the thrift store or even have a yard sale. Rob assured me it would be fun.

I questioned his idea of a good time.

“Seriously,” I said unable to keep negativity from coloring my... Read More