Lessons from Our Tiny House - Part I

As my family and I prepared to move from our tiny house, I found myself pondering memories from the beautiful years we spent in our little 120 square foot home. The lessons to be gleaned from our time there are still unfolding and too numerous to pack into one letter. Instead, I’ll share one small musing at a time. Here’s what I’m currently pondering: 

Pouring myself into things charges them with meaning. I expected to be sad when we finally moved, but the depth and timbre of the emotions I felt and continue to feel were a surprise. It’s been a wonderful and strange cocktail of wonder, gratitude, longing, sorrow, and joy. Mixed with this is the excitement and hope I feel for our upcoming adventures in Steubenville, Ohio. I am seeing that the countless hours I’ve spent thinking about, working on, and living in the tiny house I built together with family and friends helped create the profound and meaningful experience it was to move.

This week, I invite you to ask yourself: 

What does my life look like from the outside? What is the texture and landscape of my interior life? On a scale of 1-7, how well am I flourishing? What would I pour myself into next to charge my life with greater meaning? 

God bless,
Dan

P.S. Yes, that is our tiny house in the photo!