Attention those who can't let go. The problem is not your stuff. It's your stories.
This bit of news from Mark Brunetz, Emmy-award winning co-host of Style Network's Clean House, helped me get past the sting of selling my piano this week — for one-fourth what I paid for it eight years ago.
Oh, that burns.
The piano had a story: Once upon a time there were two little girls who took music lessons, one piano, the other flute.
They happened to be my daughters, full of hope and promise.
And I got caught up in a dream of a home filled with music and children discovering hidden talents thanks to parents who gratefully sacrificed their ribs for their kids' futures.
Well, the piano player's interest soon went the way of cassette tapes, though the $110-a-month payments for the cherry upright Baldwin endured. And endured.
By the time it was paid off, the piano bench hadn't creaked open in a year, and the only music in the house was piped out of iPods.
Up until last week, the piano, which had not been played more than 100 times, still sat in the same living room of the same story-filled home in Colorado, a home we now rent to other families who have their own dreams.
The dream of the family moving in this month did not include my piano.
The new family has a Baby Grand, and wanted the upright out. I needed to unload yet another belonging that had gone from aspiration to albatross.
I listed the piano on Craigslist, a market flooded with dead piano dreams, and on eBay. I spread the word around in the my old neighborhood. It pained me.
I called Brunetz for some letting-go therapy. “Stories like ‘but it was expensive' or ‘it has sentimental value' or ‘I can give it to my kids some day' are what make us hang onto stuff we don't use or need,” he said.
“Sounds like my piano.”
“Those stories trap us. Let go of the story and you can let go of the stuff weighing you down.”
“Why does it feel like a chunk leaving my soul?”
“The world is full of useful items, but if you don't use them, they're not useful to you.”
The woman who bought my piano for a fourth what I paid for it — did I mention that? — was a grandmother, who bought it for her granddaughter, a little girl adopted from China who was already playing virtuoso pieces. At home, all she had to play was an electric keyboard, until this week.
So the piano will fill a home with music. Just not my home. And will fill a dream. Just not my dream. And you know what? That's really Okay.
Brunetz, who is the author of “Take the U Out of Clutter,” says that despite all the shows and books and articles on busting clutter, more than 200 million Americans still suffer from having too much stuff. Here's what they don't realize: