There’s a concept sweeping the nation—the world—that bigger isn’t always better. I couldn’t agree more. In a day in age where people are buying bigger houses and needing to work better jobs to pay for those houses, living a simple life couldn’t sound sweeter.
I have always loved the concept of tiny houses, or even small ones for that matter, probably because I can’t. stand. clutter. Is my house immaculate? Nope. Does it cause me mental clutter? Yep. But I am working on this through a program offered by Alejandra.tv called the Power Productivity Program. I have learned that I am a perfectionist (surprise!), and that I want everything to be organized perfectly, like a staged home. This is NOT okay (she covers this). Thankfully, I have also learned throughout my life that the only “thing” perfect in life is Jesus Christ, and I am not Him. (The pressure is off!)
Have you ever wondered why it feels so good to get away to a hotel for vacation, or even go camping? Hotels typically have the bare minimums, making the room a clutter free zone where you can escape from the clutches of “stuff” at home. Unfortunately, it never worked much for me because I knew what was awaiting me when I returned: a disorganized office, unorganized closets, items without “homes” shoved into “junk” drawers, etc. The simple life couldn’t be more appealing to me.
Not only would living small reduce clutter, but it would reduce stress from feeling the need to “keep up with the Jones’s” or work a ridiculous amount of hours in order to keep up with the lifestyle you are living. Who wouldn’t want to eliminate a mortgage, cut utility bills WAY down, have more time to spend with those you love, and more money to DO the things you enjoy? Well, the answer to that is simple: anyone who likes stuff.
I mentioned the idea of moving into a tiny home to my hubby and he replied, “I couldn’t do that. I like to have my stuff: my drums, keyboard, etc.” He said I would really need to convince him on it. And trust me, I am working on that one! (BTW, my husband isn’t a materialistic person. He plays the drums on our worship team and simply loves making music for the Lord.) 😉
We recently purchased our first home last November after living with my mom for the first year and a half of our marriage. I had always wanted a home of my own, and our dream was finally coming true. It’s about 1,300 sq. ft. which compared to my mom’s 800 sq. ft. 3 bedroom house was HUGE. However, I found myself complaining about the lack of storage in the kitchen, the size of the living room, and the tiny “master” bathroom (missing the fact that the actual master bedroom was WAY bigger than the 10×12 room at mom’s, as well as the fact we had a walk-in closet with a laundry room inside with a full size window). What has this culture taught us? Bigger is ALWAYS better.
The day after my previous post I got still before the Lord (which is difficult for me), and in less than a minute He gave me a download of answers to all of the questions I had had regarding direction. He also said that I am in a season of healing and rest, and although I’m not to be idle, I am not to over commit myself. Wow. The simple life. As I went through my late father’s belonging’s yesterday, I determined not to take a bunch of stuff that would ultimately become more clutter. I took some writing books and music books as well as a few other sentimental items. Who knows what may end up in a yard sale at a later time. Our “guest bedroom” is currently a storage room, full of boxes that I didn’t have the time to unpack/go through before my operation. And trust me, it occupies a room in my mind as well. But it will get tackled in due time. I must remember that I am in a season of rest and healing. The pressure is off.
One method I am trying to master is the “one thing in, one thing out” method. For each new thing you bring into the house, one must go out, either to a friend, Salvation Army, the trash, or possibly a box for a yard sale (just be sure to actually HAVE the sale)! I look at the couple of small boxes in the living room of dad’s stuff, and as I think about this method I’m asking myself, “Do I really need this stuff? Would I rather get rid of something I already have in order to keep it?” I love Daddy, don’t get me wrong, but I do have a lot of items he has given me through the years.
In the past I used to have a problem with shopping. It would provide me a temporary happiness, so I spent a lot of time doing it. I never went in debt doing so, and often times I would return the items later, only to go and buy more stuff to keep and/or return. It was a temporary escape. Thankfully, I am learning the art of a simple life, and the beauty in “less is more.” I am reminded of my first blog post here titled “Letting Go.”
What are your thoughts on living a simple life and/or living tiny? Could you do it?
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