I don’t think so…..

Do I believe in minimalism? Listen, minimalism is adorable. It’s like a Pinterest board come to life — clean shelves, empty counters, one lonely succulent trying its best. But for me? A guy who picks, flips, and resells for fun and profit? Minimalism would mean no business, no treasure hunts, no “look what I found for five bucks,” no Saturday mornings digging through someone’s garage like a raccoon with a debit card.

Minimalism says, “Only keep what sparks joy.” Buddy, half my inventory sparks joy. The other half sparks profit. And both of those beat staring at an empty room pretending I’m enlightened.

People who preach minimalism have never found a vintage copper teapot for three dollars and flipped it for fifty. They’ve never rescued a perfectly good piece of furniture from the curb and thought, “Yeah, I can fix that.” They’ve never felt the thrill of discovering something weird, old, or valuable buried under a pile of holiday decorations from 1998. That’s not clutter — that’s inventory. That’s opportunity. That’s the whole engine of my side hustle.

If I went minimalist, I’d have to shut down the operation. No picking. No flipping. No deals. No stories. No fun. I’d be standing in an empty room, whispering affirmations to a single chair. That’s not a lifestyle. That’s a cry for help.

So do I believe in minimalism? Sure — for people who don’t enjoy finding cool stuff, fixing it, selling it, or making a few bucks doing something they actually like. For me, minimalism is just a fancy word for “unemployed.”

I believe in functional chaos. I believe in organized piles. I believe in the sacred art of “I’ll list that tomorrow.” And I believe that a house full of interesting things beats a house full of nothing every single time.