It has finally gotten to all of us. We have way to much stuff and not enough room to turn around. Scott has reached the end of his endurance, I am beyond frustrated and want to throw out everything we own and live with nothing at all.
Simplicity and tranquility, that's my goal.
I have been drooling over tiny house plans and dreaming of the simple life and the quiet and peace and solitude...A few acres of land, woods, some cleared for gardens and a studio for me to create whatever I'm currently working on.
Bliss.
What we are living in would be the opposite of bliss.
What is the opposite of bliss? That would be misery, sadness, sorrow, grief, depression, anguish.
Sounds pretty accurate as a description of our current living situation.
Maybe it's time to rent a huge dumpster and just start pitching stuff. Get rid of every thing broken, useless, missing something important, something that requires us to fix, change or rebuild before it's what we need. Get rid of everything that is to small, to big, ugly, stupid, unpleasant, unloved and unworthy of being in our home. Our space is valuable and every inch in it- important. Far to important to let one single thing in it rob us of our joy, peace or bliss.
Maybe a rental truck would be better-donate all the kids toys to a womens shelter, all the books to a charter school, all the clothes to an overseas charity, furniture to wherever needs it...I seriously have at least 3 households of stuff in this house.
Why?
What was I thinking?
And it's time to sell the doll stuff. I don't have room, can't possibly make everything I want to make. AND I have so much more I want to make just a bit different from our original intentions...I could work non-stop for the rest of my life and not finish everything I want to.
I really need to finish stuff that will actually sell and make MONEY. My account has 6 cents in it.
Yeah. I'm rolling in it alright.
Simplicity and tranquility, that's my goal.
I have been drooling over tiny house plans and dreaming of the simple life and the quiet and peace and solitude...A few acres of land, woods, some cleared for gardens and a studio for me to create whatever I'm currently working on.
Bliss.
What we are living in would be the opposite of bliss.
What is the opposite of bliss? That would be misery, sadness, sorrow, grief, depression, anguish.
Sounds pretty accurate as a description of our current living situation.
Maybe it's time to rent a huge dumpster and just start pitching stuff. Get rid of every thing broken, useless, missing something important, something that requires us to fix, change or rebuild before it's what we need. Get rid of everything that is to small, to big, ugly, stupid, unpleasant, unloved and unworthy of being in our home. Our space is valuable and every inch in it- important. Far to important to let one single thing in it rob us of our joy, peace or bliss.
Maybe a rental truck would be better-donate all the kids toys to a womens shelter, all the books to a charter school, all the clothes to an overseas charity, furniture to wherever needs it...I seriously have at least 3 households of stuff in this house.
Why?
What was I thinking?
And it's time to sell the doll stuff. I don't have room, can't possibly make everything I want to make. AND I have so much more I want to make just a bit different from our original intentions...I could work non-stop for the rest of my life and not finish everything I want to.
I really need to finish stuff that will actually sell and make MONEY. My account has 6 cents in it.
Yeah. I'm rolling in it alright.