A couple months ago, I watched a documentary about the Tiny House movement.
It featured several people who are simplifying their lives by building tiny houses. In addition the many advantages of living in a tiny house, such as designing your own space and avoiding a costly mortgage, one tiny house owner talks about “treating life as an experiment, rather than a series of dead-end decisions.” When I heard that, something clicked for me.
Over the past few years, I have run into plenty of dead-ends. Dead-end jobs, dead-end ambitions, dead-end relationships. As hard as I’ve tried to make wise decisions, I keep coming back to “What did I do wrong?” I assumed if I was really following “God’s will for my life”, it would be working out better.
But what if I wasn’t wrong? What if I was supposed to try and fail?