The more I think about my life, the more I crave a tiny home. Not because I think a tiny home would be ideal because being crammed into a tiny space with three other people would just be awesome, but the bigger implications call my name. Forget the catchy, coined phrase “Tiny Home”, for me it feels like a tool. Not a trendy cool thing to do, show it off to friends and family and 12 months later buy a bigger house and park it in the yard. Something inside me has been pulling to the wilds for a very long time. I can’t explain it, I have always known the standard life (as well as the standard diet) were not for me. And believe it or not, I think they are connected!!! The diet and the life I mean. I am not ashamed to declare my love for beef. I apologize to all you vegans and lacto/ovo legetarians, even all you (extinct) breatharians! I have tried out all of your lifestyles and philosophies and quite frankly, they gave me blisters. Bottom line, I’m a type O, hypoglycemic, borderline crazy person. I know the facts. I have lived next to midwestern feedlots. I understand food chains and know the benefits of eating closest to the sun, trust me, I eat my veggies!!! Promise. But without the beef, I quickly become anemic and develop a bobble headed, too thin look. How do I cope with an overactive sense of social justice and intense love for this gorgeous planet with my need for the beef? Eat local, organic, grass-fed beef to start with. And live in a tiny home to reduce my carbon foot print without reducing my beef consumption! Brilliant?!? It is a feel good solution, don’t you think? You can have your cake and eat it too. I have never understood why anyone would have a cake and not eat it, unless it is the kind I bake, LOL! Gluten free, lactose free, sugar free… It is not going to taste like cake, why bother? The way it looks to me (picture me sitting up in the middle of the night keeping my insomnia company with youtube video’s of people who actually have tiny houses) is that if I can finagle a tiny home, I can eat beef without guilt. How else will I be able to do that I ask you? You know I am right. There is no alternative, I need a trailer. Or a bus. Or a tent….
Monthly Archives: June 2014
Funny moment today! I was intently drooling over the plans for a tiny home that I think could work for my family while we buy land (in the future) and put in a well and all those cool things, when suddenly I got the hair brained idea to measure out the size. Jadon and I were laughing quite a bit, that I will tell you right up front. He helped me measure our porch which happens to be just over 7′ wide, it also happens to be about 6′ longer than the tiny house!!! No joke people, I want to move my entire family into my porch. Hmmmmmmm. My camper was 31′ long, more than twice as long as this tiny house! In case you are wanting to see the tiny house plans I keep talking about, head over to http://www.fourlightshouses.com/products/weller and check it out. I bet you wouldn’t picture it being smaller than my porch either! I must now go cook food in my gigantic kitchen and laugh and laugh and laugh!!! Its so crazy, it just might work!
I’m living life on a large scale! HA!!! Large loads of laundry. Large stacks of papers. Large stashes of “stuff”. Its like Texas over here in my apartment!!! Its awesome. OK, so here’s a newsflash: bigger isn’t always better, lol! Thanks to my mama (have I ever followed “thanks to” with any other name??? I didn’t think so.) I am in the second week of an e-class all about downsizing. I know, maybe not something you had on your bucket list, but its been on mine for years. Right next to buy a swamp, sigghhhh… Anyhow, the first assignment involved a lot of soul searching and dreaming about what I really want out of life and how downsizing can help me get there. I needed to write a personal manifesto and blog about it for higher accountability. Without further ado, here is my manifesto:
I am downsizing the material aspects of my life (i.e. clutter, debt, work load…) in order to make more room for living fully. I am letting go of remnants of past lives and old dreams in order to create new ones. I am also accepting my limitations and skill level in order to pursue activities that I am better suited for. I will never be a wool felting, sweater knitting, long haired earth mama. I will spend more of my energy hiking and exploring, drawing and painting and reading great books with my children. In the end, I will have a clean home full of beautiful and meaningful things, a place I am happy to wake up in and happy to come home to. I will be free to pick up and go at a moments notice without a second thought, confident that my home is in order, my finances cared for, and my family happy. Without debt, we will be free to dream up a new life. To choose work that will allow us to be together as a family. We can save up money to find our own neck of the woods. And not be hampered by conventional loan restrictions or forced to pass up a great opportunity. Life will be chosen, not merely accepted and tolerated.