Naj Haus journals
To love. To be loved. To never forget your own insignificance. To never get used to the unspeakable violence and the vulgar disparity of life around you. To seek joy in the saddest places. To pursue beauty to its lair. To never simplify what is complicated or complicate what is simple. To respect strength, never power. Above all, to watch. To try and understand. To never look away. And never, never to forget.
~ Arundhati Roy, The Cost of Living
I’ve never kept a journal. There was that little red one with silver gilt lettering I got when I was seven or eight. I kept it around for awhile because I was fascinated that it had an actual lock with a key I could hide away. I scribbled a couple deep, earth-shattering secrets in it but couldn’t be bothered after that, leaving pages and pages accusingly blank. The key got lost. I made several attempts later in high school and college but just felt way too self-conscious writing about myself. I also lack discipline. I decided I was not born to write.
It’s a little crazy, then, that my adventures with my tiny house have turned me into a dedicated keeper of a construction journal and a blog. They’ve become invaluable tools of the process. I highly recommend tiny housers tell their stories, both for yourself and for others…
This is from a post I wrote for TinyHomes.com. Click here to see the rest of it (and get writing! 🙂 )
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