Every decision that I have made over the past 3 months has been monumental.
Or at least, that was what it felt like. In the heat of the moment, every decision in life feels important. Otherwise, why would you even bother making it? Right? Right?
Deciding to sell our home and go tiny took a leap of faith. A very familiar feeling to me.
"Sure, I'll start up a business. How hard could it be?"
"Sure, let's have a 3rd baby!"
"VBA2C? The birthing tub will fit in the living room just fine!"
"Homeschool- absolutely. "
"Oh, start a 2nd business? I have a little free time...."
"344 sq feet tiny house, sign me up."
"Moving cross country, I'll get the map."
I am impulsive yet calculating. My mind moves at lighting speed. So while some think that I am just coming up with these things in the heat of the moment, they don't see the introspection that goes into every decision I make. Everything is calculated....I weigh the pros and cons....think of the consequences....dig down deep and think off all the possible outcomes that could come from my leap. By the time I have done my research, the leap seems more like a jump over a puddle than a leap over a ravine. 99% of the time, I make it out on the other side without a drop of water on my birkenstocks.
Building the Nerd Casa (working title) has been one of many little puddle jumps. Choosing the builder, deciding on a floor plan, choosing a place to park. All things that I agonized over for what seemed like millennia in my head. Yet, to the casual observer it took mere days.
Today I was tasked with the job of finding the perfect white paint for the interior. The paint that will adorn the shiplap walls of our new home base. The walls that will breathe new life into our family and allow us to experience life with less stress (financial and otherwise). They will witness my children learning about life as they get taller (and that much closer to leaving the nest), they will hold in the smell of freshly baked cookies and roasted chicken, they will be the backdrop for every stolen kiss and late night snuggle fest with my best friend and lover. Yes, these walls will have lots to tell.
In my mind, I felt like choosing the right color was important. Like everything else this too must be one of those monumental decisions. Right?
But as I sat there- staring at the 50+ shades of white I realized this was one detail that didn't really matter. It's perfectly acceptable to have some things in life that are in flux. Whatever white I pick, will ultimately be covered with tiny little dirty hand prints and 75% of it's surface covered with art work and books. I might decide to paint the walls yellow one day....or blue. And that's OK. It's all going to be OK. The kids will still get taller, the cookies and chicken will still be delicious, and those kisses will still turn my knees to jelly and set my heart ablaze.
P.S. I am going with Nano White.
Or at least, that was what it felt like. In the heat of the moment, every decision in life feels important. Otherwise, why would you even bother making it? Right? Right?
Deciding to sell our home and go tiny took a leap of faith. A very familiar feeling to me.
"Sure, I'll start up a business. How hard could it be?"
"Sure, let's have a 3rd baby!"
"VBA2C? The birthing tub will fit in the living room just fine!"
"Homeschool- absolutely. "
"Oh, start a 2nd business? I have a little free time...."
"344 sq feet tiny house, sign me up."
"Moving cross country, I'll get the map."
I am impulsive yet calculating. My mind moves at lighting speed. So while some think that I am just coming up with these things in the heat of the moment, they don't see the introspection that goes into every decision I make. Everything is calculated....I weigh the pros and cons....think of the consequences....dig down deep and think off all the possible outcomes that could come from my leap. By the time I have done my research, the leap seems more like a jump over a puddle than a leap over a ravine. 99% of the time, I make it out on the other side without a drop of water on my birkenstocks.
Building the Nerd Casa (working title) has been one of many little puddle jumps. Choosing the builder, deciding on a floor plan, choosing a place to park. All things that I agonized over for what seemed like millennia in my head. Yet, to the casual observer it took mere days.
Today I was tasked with the job of finding the perfect white paint for the interior. The paint that will adorn the shiplap walls of our new home base. The walls that will breathe new life into our family and allow us to experience life with less stress (financial and otherwise). They will witness my children learning about life as they get taller (and that much closer to leaving the nest), they will hold in the smell of freshly baked cookies and roasted chicken, they will be the backdrop for every stolen kiss and late night snuggle fest with my best friend and lover. Yes, these walls will have lots to tell.
In my mind, I felt like choosing the right color was important. Like everything else this too must be one of those monumental decisions. Right?
But as I sat there- staring at the 50+ shades of white I realized this was one detail that didn't really matter. It's perfectly acceptable to have some things in life that are in flux. Whatever white I pick, will ultimately be covered with tiny little dirty hand prints and 75% of it's surface covered with art work and books. I might decide to paint the walls yellow one day....or blue. And that's OK. It's all going to be OK. The kids will still get taller, the cookies and chicken will still be delicious, and those kisses will still turn my knees to jelly and set my heart ablaze.
P.S. I am going with Nano White.