by Cassie Howard | May 23, 2018 | Blogging |
We move in 7 days. It’s been less than a year since we moved into our current home, which, when we first did so, I lovingly named the Conscious Creators Castle. We’re not moving because the house sucks or because it’s too expensive or because we hate the neighborhood. We’re moving because we don’t like living in a big house. Growing up, the dream was always to make enough money to live in a big house with a family, making money doing what I love. I don’t know why I wanted a big house. I’d never lived in one before. I don’t think I’d ever even BEEN in one before. But yet, that was always the goal. A big house. To prove that I’d “made it”, I guess? To myself, to my family, to others? “Hey look at me, I make so much money that I can afford this huge house!” And yeah - maybe that’s true, but… why would I? Live in a huge house, I mean… When I first found this house, it was so gorgeous, so luxurious, I had to go and see it, which just made me fall in love with it more. I felt so good when I was finally inside, imagining my family and I living there. So I said YES, WE’LL TAKE IT, without really giving any thought to that tiny little tug I was feeling. The one that was saying “ehhhhh I dunno….”. I listened to my head (“I have to prove that I’ve made it!”) instead of my gut (“this isn’t what you actually want”). My husband felt the same, but didn’t say anything, trying to do what...
