Tiny Tuesday: Episode 1

LAD(IE)S AND GENTLEPERSONS….

IT’S TIME FOR.....

I tried doing this series before, but like a semester of Math in high school, I failed. But there’s no shame in trying something twice--or even 876 times--because at the end of day, at least you know you tried. And that's what really matters.

So, what is Tiny Tuesday?

As a fan of alliteration and a bit of a spazoid who needs more regularity and consistency in her life (and digestive system), I wanted to have a common space/day/vibe centered around my ongoing dreams and schemes for building my very own tiny house on wheels. (!!!!) It’s a chance for me to (attempt to) stay on top of this thing and to connect and network and share my story from the very beginning. Because where I am right now is the absolute v e r y beginning. It’s even more beginninger than the beginning. It’s where every ‘something’ starts; with nothing.

When you see everyone around you already living their dreams or having their shit together (or at least seeming like they do) it is very easy to get discouraged and doubtful and just downright bummed. Bummed that you don’t have what they have. Bummed that you’re not where you want be. Bummed that you don’t even really know where it is exactly you want to be.

Just. Plain. Bummed.

I’m not here to bum you out. I’m here to help you feel like you’re not alone. I’m here to encourage your dreams and ignite your passions. I’m here to hopefully make you feel relaxed and understood and like ‘YEAH, I GOT THIS’. And mostly, I’m here to make you laugh at my shenanigans, because it’s more fun when I don’t have to do it all by myself.

I often compare myself to George Strait, in the sense that one of us is extremely well-known and talented and accomplished and the other one of us could only afford lunch today because of a Wendy’s gift card. But when I get irrated and frustrated and all WHATTHEFUCKISMYLIFE, I recall a time when George Strait wasn’t a household name. When he was just some guy in some hat with some guitar singin’ some songs. And then I remember that every single person on this planet once came from nothing, and what you do with that nothing, means s o m e t h i n g.

Right now I’m just a girl (not yet a woman) who longs for the feeling of home. Of safety. Of contentment. Who can’t wait to move back to Iowa in less than four months. I have a doodle and some emails and a couple phone calls and a tiny home Pinterest board under my belt. But that's it. I don’t know all the who, what, where, when and why’s, but that’s okay, because I don’t have to.

Who’s your George Strait/Miranda Lambert/Tara Lipinski/idol/inspire-er?! Don’t envy them. Learn from them. And just do the dang thing, yo!

If you are a fellow tiny home liv-er, build-er, do-er, dream-er then please, HOLLA AT YO GURL. I’m thinking down the line we can do interviews and Q&A’s and videos and podcasts and all that jazz. Coral’s Country: Big Dreams, Tiny Home isn’t just about me--it’s about us. Okay, so it’s mostly about me, but you’re a much bigger part of it than you (or I) will ever know.

C U Next Tuesday! #seewhatididthere #appropriate