The obvious answer is that my old house was so old that I needed something better than a crumbling shack to live in.
The follow-up answer is that I needed something to potentially sell as the old house would be tough to sell as it was such a dilapidated mess.
The not-so-obvious answer is that I built my new house from scratch (kind of like the flour tortillas I made the other day)—to prove that I could. I proved to myself that I could do this thing by myself—without a partner, a co-decision maker, or a fellow negotiator. It was all me. I moved my life forward with success because I am that focused and dedicated to my decisions. I decided. So I did. Yay me.
Here I am on the left. It’s done. On the right, framing progress. Same spot.
I found one more reason
The above is all true, but if I dig a little further there’s one less obvious but super fabulous reason I built my house. It was a lesson for an unwavering belief in my future.
I didn’t even realize it until recently. I’ve been doing a lot of thinking about creating the life I want and how I should go about doing it. There are a lot of articles, blogs, and especially TikToks on this very subject. Manifesting. The bottom line is that you just have to really believe it as if it’s true. I reflected on times in my life when I was absolutely confident in my future without fully knowing the specifics of how each circumstance would unfold. The most recent example was connected to building my house.
When I began telling people that I was building a new house on the property of my old house the conversation would go like this:
Everybody: You’re tearing your entire house down?
Me: Yep, right down to the foundation. There will be nothing left.
Everybody: Wow. Good for you.
Everybody: How long will it take?
Me: Nine to ten months
Everybody: So, where are you going to live?
Me: I dunno. I’m homeless.
Everybody: silence and blinking
Me: And I’m not worried about it. (grinning)
Everybody: Good luck with that.
I spoke the words I’m homeless and I’m not worried about it with a ridiculous amount of confidence—and truth. I wasn’t worried about my circumstance in the least. I just knew, as if it had already happened, that I had a place to live and that it would be a perfect and free arrangement. I also recall smiling every single time I said it—as if I had a secret about my temporary arrangements during the months of the build. Truth is I didn’t have any kind of pre-arranged situation. No plan at all. I just had faith. Crazy blind faith, and trust that I would find something that would check all the boxes of my needs. There wasn’t even a flutter of nervousness in those words.
I found somewhere to live that exceeded my expectations and created a very special friendship with the person I lived with. I was (am) blessed.
Best roommate ever! I adore this woman.
What was the lesson—for me?
As I go forward in my life dreaming of future aspirations, goals, successes and wants I think about the feeling of I’m homeless and I’m not worried about it. That’s the feeling I’m eating like a vitamin every morning because I know without any doubt that my plans are going to work out. Why? Because there is absolutely no reason they should not.
As always, thank you for reading lovelies.
Love this – congratulations on a huge accomplishment 🙂! I especially like the mindset of ” an unwavering belief in my future..” Thank you for the inspiration.
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Thank you kindly for reading and thank you for being open enough to be inspired. ❤️
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