The other day, my mother suggested I watch a documentary called “Minimalism” on Netflix.

Like any consumer, I live in a world that tells me I need more. One more sweater, one more screen, one more diet, one more hamburger.

I’ve been going through a personal renaissance. In 2015, I went dairy free. At the end of 2016, I went gluten free. While these changes haven’t noticeably improved my chronic pain, anxiety, depression, and migraine, they have made me more aware of what I am consuming.

A recent $13,000 estimate to repair my nearly fifty-year-old foundation was a slap in the financial face. We don’t have that kind of money. I’m a teacher. My husband rolls burritos.

The apostles left their nets to live a life of purpose. Perhaps it is time for me to leave mine and pursue a different path.

So, in the next six months, we are selling everything, and moving into a Tiny House.