Being an entrepreneur is a mental job…It takes patients! YOU are doing more motivation to yourself than anyone on this planet.
The library made me feel safe, as if every question had an answer and there was nothing to be afraid of, as long as I could sort through another volume.
I thought: This is what the living do. And I swooned at the ordinary nature of the task and myself, at my chapped hands and square palms, at the way my wrists bent and fingers flexed inside this living body.
It was true; books had saved me in my home remodeling projects, but they fell short in teaching me how to trust my instincts, and how to stop thinking with my educated brain and more with my kneecaps and butt cheeks.
Over time, I discovered that learning new things doesn’t always liberate you. Instead it makes you wonder if your pants are on backward or if the trees are holding the sky up – it makes you question all of your assumptions and conventions.
Maybe is wasn’t love so much as a fear of losing everything I’d accomplished. I was afraid to let go.
I never saw this coming – the little house was working its magic, connecting me to people and materials I never would have guessed would find their way into the picture.
Change what you can, darlin’. That’s my best advice.
Sometimes the word ‘gratitude’ feels too thin to explain things.
The space reminded me of the small hay-bale clubhouses and scrap-wood tree forts that my brothers and I had made as kids – high up spaces where you could see things differently, where you could get your bearings.
For me, the idea of living small has always involved being curious – taking a look at how my day-to-day is connected to the larger world around me, and to the delicate universe that sits between my ears and in my small body.
Letting go of “stuff” allowed the world to collapse behind me as I moved, so I became nothing more or less than who I simply was: Me.
he had kidded with us that if we didn’t let go at the proper moment, he would slap our hands with a stick, and we had all laughed because who would be silly enough to hang on when they should let go?
The Internet is dumb. The Internet, with all its access to brain research, anthropology journals, social studies networks, and biographies and autobiographies, can’t begin to map the complexity of our lives, or how we each affect others.