Tiny Houses

This is the year to trim the fat.
When there are far too many projects on the docket, too many things that are considered important, too many excuses to not write a simple blog about the new year, it’s time to make some changes.
I spent an embarrassing amount of time in bed this morning looking through hundred of photos of Tiny Houses; you know those self-sustaining, Eco-friendly, budget conscious dwellings that people somehow find comfortable despite the space constraints. These tiny spaces are much more than houses; they are a conscious choice to live minimally without the added weight of junk. And to live minimally means to really prioritize importance and weed out frivolity.
When family, friends, jobs, relationships, entertainment, gadgets, are all given equal weight, meaning is lost in the undefined; your identity goes away with it.
I spent quite a great deal of last year pretending to have priorities, pretending I knew what I wanted, and that I had it all under control. I pretended that jobs and relationships and friends and school and calls to family were all equal, were all perfectly balanced and happily centered. But comparing jobs to friends is like comparing a new sweater to a deep conversation and a long hug–one always feels better. I convinced myself that a sweater and hug felt the same, that both provided equal satisfaction. I’m done pretending.
I didn’t know what I wanted last year. I didn’t have a clear understanding of what mattered and what I needed. So I let clutter and frivolity take the place of choice; I didn’t know who I wanted to be or where I wanted to go so I let everything else make decisions. Maybe this was out of fear of making the wrong choice, a passive aggressive protection from being honest.
This year I plan to make bold choices, to be honest with myself about what I want, to not let frivolity or stuff get in the way of meaning, and to save up enough money to live in a Tiny House. Have you seen those things?! They’re crazy!