In life we carry baggage. We move things around from place to place like our lives are those things. I feel like we get lost in the things we own. I still do even though I see it happening in my own life. Even now we are preparing to build and move into this tiny house and I sit here having a hard time throwing away old journals from middle school that no one ever will want to read.
I did have a hard time recycling some of my old "creative writing" but going through it reminded me that there is this creative person inside of me that I just haven't let shine in a while. Designing the Petite Maison has allowed me some of that creative mojo flow. Tossing out all those old poems and songs I used to write has given me the motivation to start doing it again, but on here so it can fit in our tiny house. :)
Life lately has had me feeling a little trapped. Money and debt and the hoops that we all have to jump through in life are exhausting and can ruin you if you aren't paying attention. If you aren't giving and receiving love, sharing your passion with good friends, or getting enough nature therapy, adulting can ruin you. I guess we all need our realities shattered multiple times in life to rebuild upon who we really are and strengthen our faith in whatever it is we believe in.
Its hard to not go numb. Its scary how easy it is to ignore our spirit thats fighting to break free and release our full potential.
I feel like we are moving in the right direction with the Tiny House. I feel like we have the right idea. All I want is to live simply. Be healthy. Travel with people I love. Meet new people to share in that love and joy. Ride bikes and explore new roads; explore the strength that is in me. Enjoy all the little things that make life so sweet. That is all I want. C'est tout.
