It’s not all fun and games at the House of Tex.
Sure we get to swing hammers and mallets to tear down ho-hum tiles, but we also have to sort through 14 years worth of stuff. The stuff that a family of four accumulates over time. The stuff to which we attach sentimental value, even though we probably shouldn’t.
I’m a pretty hard-core purger (yes, that is totally a word), so if were up to me, I’d chuck the vast majority of it.
But I have a daughter who is a hoarder. Could the apple have fallen farther from the tree? Her room is the last on my list. I can’t even deal with thinking about it right now. I just can’t.
Mr. Enthusiasm holds onto paper. Every bill. Every bank statement. Every receipt. His wallets last less than a year because they get so deformed from having to expand to accommodate the unnatural bulge of the 47,000 receipts he keeps in there at all times.
Me? I get hives just thinking about having that much stuff.
Do you know what I did the other night?
I sat on my yoga mat, surrounded by massive piles of paper, facing an upright shredder.
No, that is not a picture of my actual home. I would have long killed myself if that were the case.
Back to my shredder. She’s very lady-like and demure; in fact she’ll only chew on 1-2 pages at a time.
Try to feed her more and rather than politely declining, she opens her mouth, teasing you, pretending she’ll take it. And then she starts gagging, choking and eventually stops eating altogether, shutting down and pretending to be asleep. Bitch.
I shredded paper, 2 pages at a time, for 90 minutes and had barely gotten through an eighth of the total pile.
But then I snapped to my senses.
What I need is a big fire to burn this shit in.
Tonight, it’s me and the fire pit against that stupid pile of paper.
And I’ll tell you one thing for absolute certain, this shit is NOT happening in the next place. We will shred/recycle/junk things as they get dealt with, not pile them into some giant abstract art installation.
[…And here we have a wonderful piece known as, Ode to an Accountant.]
Sorry, I digress. Massive amounts of useless shit does that to me.
As frustrating and exhausting as this work is, I can’t help but feel lighter for it.
I feel like the rest of my family, and my home, are finally catching up to my level of minimalism. And whether this house gets listed and sells or not, I’ll be that much happier for finally addressing the elephant in the room[s].
It’s a good thing I’ve recently found my way to a deeper yoga experience. It has served me very well these past 10 days. I’m sure Mr. Enthusiasm and Hoarding Daughter are pretty happy about that too.
Keep moving [and open yourself to yoga],