Since I was about 15-16 years old I got into tiny houses and simple living, it felt so right to me and I dreamed of living in a quirky tiny home and enjoying my hobbies of music and art in peace. I drew up plans and even started saving my money for a trailer to build my future home. A few close family members scoffed at me for wanting such a lifestyle. It was frowned upon as boring and stupid. So as I got older I stuffed that part of me down and created a facade of a ‘cool’ nerdy and ‘interesting’ person that I was expected to be. It broke me. And now that I’m older I’m letting go of my people pleasing ways and embracing the simple lifestyle. And the family members are back again ready to shoot me down. The problem is I love these people very much, I look up to them, and I am made to feel bad about my life because to them I’m boring and directionless. They don’t understand the joy of simplicity and minimalism. They don’t understand that I’m happy with my simple hobbies, I don’t aspire to be ‘great’, or have a go-go busy lifestyle. Ultimately I know it’s not up to them, it’s my life, my choice, but I feel guilty.
Submitted December 30, 2019 at 11:15PM by littlebluezombie https://ift.tt/2Q8H6bv
