In a few weeks my official two year anniversary will be here for living in my tiny box. I never thought I'd still be here, but it has come to my attention I can't really imagine not living here.
Yesterday it rained for about 8 hours straight. Good for the ground. Good for the grass. Not so good if you live in a tiny box!
Part of what makes me stay sane is I can get out of here several times a day. Yesterday, me and the dog were trapped for most of it. He is very patient. I have learned to be.
But at one point yesterday, as it has done this before, things got really scary. I've learned that it is highly unlikely my trailer will flip in big wind, but I also know it does still happen.
I try and stay calm to not freak the animals out - there's no point in all of us feeling bad. My cat rarely gets shaken up. My dog more so. Me, I tend to be a bit more on the side of all the things that could go wrong.
Which brings me to the point. Whether you live in a tiny box or a huge mansion, some things never change.
For me yesterday it was literally trying to find comfort in the storm.
I've had this conversation a lot lately - comfort vs. discomfort - and our society's great unease with discomfort. But when there is fear of a greater discomfort than the one happening in the moment - out come all the coping tools.
A tiny box upright, dry, and safe vs. laying on my side or upside down and then dealing with that... It's hard to keep things organized now, I can't even imagine being inverted!
Yesterday it was interesting to observe myself find my comfort. Changing out of shorts and a cotton shirt to sweats and flannel. Hot tea. Distracting fiction (Thank you Janet Evanovich!). Petting the cat and dog who were both now butted up against me looking a bit concerned. Grilled cheese instead of a salad. If it had been colder, hot chocolate would have been next.
As I went through the actions it occurred to me I knew exactly what to do and how to do it. There is comfort in a routine also.
I'm mostly ready to be out of my tiny box, but I am also aware that even without the storm, it has become a source of comfort for the other kinds of storms - uncertainty, fear, and the added responsibility a bigger box will create.
Life in my tiny box has taught me a LOT. But mostly, it has reminded me how little we need to be happy and how much we have to be grateful for.
Welcome to my Journey!
I'm inviting you to join me on my journey as I seek to find a new way of being in an old set of systems. It's hard, but worth it!