Behind The Cage In My New Van Build Reality
This is Day 12 of my Van Build.
And no coincidence that I am behind a cage.
Back when I received all the inspiration and intuition that it was the perfect time to upend my entire life, head back to my hometown to spend that intentional time with my parents I had been thinking about for years and build out a van (and home) with my Dad. I had stars in my eyes. I thought it was going to be this incredibly bonding experience where we would be laughing and collaborating every day to create something so beautiful that I would drive away with into the great unknown of a whole new life. Boy was I wrong. The struggles that have presented themselves since the moment I settled in to their home have been astronomical. Yep, I’m going there because I’ve been taken there. And the team I had dreamed of to tackle this project was nowhere to be found. What I did find every single day was two people with two very different ideas of how to build a tiny home on wheels. Two people that have always worked independently throughout their lives and who now were suddenly in a very small space having to communicate, collaborate and concede.
Which brings us to this day, day 12. This was the day of emotional overwhelm. I got angry. I fell back into an old story of unconscious unfettered reactivity. I had tried every way I could to resolve the building tension. Or so I thought.
Thank you for allowing me to tap into your strength yesterday. It is through the trees, the air, the sun, the flow that I was able to fully release, reflect and understand what was really, truly underneath the constriction in order to expand further than ever before.
On to day 13…