Here I am, sitting in an old 5th wheel trailer in Portland, trying to build a tiny house. Did I see myself here 6 months ago? Certainly not. Can I see where I'll be 6 months from now? Even more certainly not. I don't know where I want to go or what I want to do, I simply know I want to be a part of the healing of the world, not partaking in its destruction or sitting idly by while it goes to hell. So I'll build a tiny house, I'll tell people about it, show them there's another option of being. An option that doesn't include debt, that doesn't include as much stuff, that is simpler and more fulfilling. However this has not proven an easy task in that it fills me with much anxiety and doubt. Is this the right path? Is this what I'm supposed to be doing? Certainly the signs were there, a 33-year old with a catchphrase of 3threetimes and an address of 9631, all divisible by three's and one. I've been noticing the numbers and three's have been the big one, telling me to pay attention and notice whatever is happening around me. Still, this is new territory for me and I tend to worry sometimes.
On the positive side this is a great opportunity for me to learn, to use my hands, and to build something. I've never really built something before, and building one's shelter is so basic to survival, we should all be able to do it. For that I am lucky. I worry about the money being spent, but really its an investment. An investment in a shelter, in learning how to build; in a place and in myself.
I'm pot-committed at this point, with too much invested to back out, so here we go, let's build!
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