This weekend, I heard @brenebrown speak about vulnerability and courage for the second time. I sat there mulling over the one thing I carry a lot of shame about. I try to be vulnerable and transparent with all of you because I know empathy matters and I never want you to feel alone. And you never let me feel alone, for which I’m eternally grateful. So I want to tell you something. ~
Our tiny house adventure is a move of choice, but also a necessity. I’m a compulsive shopper, it’s the C In that pesky OCD I always talk about. The obsession? My own financial failures. All day long I tell myself how much less-than I am. And when I can’t take it anymore, I buy useless shit. And I’ve been doing it for so long that I had to move into a bigger house to accommodate all of it. And now the big house and all the stuff are all I have, instead of savings, or property, or financial stability, or charitable acts. I cling to my stuff as a trophy of self-worth because I haven’t worked hard enough to find my self-esteem anywhere else.
That’s why we decided to go tiny. It’s not only a necessary mental reset but a financial one.
Dammit I hate admitting that.