Soon it will be 2 years since I moved into my new Tiny House. Actually, it's still a construction site, because I don't have a bathroom, and the planned addition is only now really getting started. Nevertheless, I'm finally taking the time to do some initial reflection on living in my new tiny house.
I approached decorating my home the same way I approach so many other things in my life: Trial and error. I knew roughly where the bed would probably make the most sense, but that was it.
Many people, especially in the non-profit sector, actually associate profit with a lot of negative things. We then often automatically equate profit with exploitation. But maybe it's time to change that. And then we can still decide whether we have a "for purpose" or a "for values" or "for whatever" organization, but then at least we finally get out of the negative pendulum movement.
We all know those people, both on social media and in real life, that seem like they have it all figured out. They seem to have it all. They seem to be happy. They seem to be special. They seem like they never make mistakes. And I hate those people! I truly do!
Is it productive to take the time to cook a fresh meal? Is it productive to do handicrafts in a very slow and tedious way? Is it productive to stare out the window and let my thoughts wander? - Well, all of those I labeled unproductive, and am in the process of re-assigning the label.
Doing what your heart calls out to do seems like such an easy thing. But sometimes it's the hardest of them all.
The plan for my trip was to spend more time in nature for my own exploration of nature connection and nature immersion without any program or course. To simply live outside as a normal, everyday kind of thing. And to see how to combine this nature immersion with still somewhat running my online business. This included figuring out where to keep my devices so they won't freeze, how long the power banks would last, where to have good reception or internet, and where to load all the power banks up again. While still connecting with the nature around me and not get caught up by technology.
It's been about 9 years ago, that I started dreaming about wooden tiny houses. About a year later, I was the proud owner of a construction container, that I turned into a cozy little tiny house experiment. Now, all those years later, I finally arrived at my next step of living small.
The foundation, the base of a house is incredibly relevant. Every detail, every height must fit, so that the house then stands on it stably.
A while ago, I was presented with a very unpleasant and hard pill to swallow: the hurt and shame around neediness in me and so many people, especially in our western culture. But what do I mean by that?