Bigger is Not Always Better

As we begin our fifth day at the beach, we have found a rhythm in this little beach shack. It’s about 1/4 of the size of our house back home, but we’re coming to realize that it suits our family just fine for the time being.

Not that it isn’t tight, because it’s only 720 sq ft and there are five of us living here, but it doesn’t feel unbearable. It feels like we’re living with everything we need to, even if we’re storing our cold items in a mini fridge and don’t have a stove or dishwasher yet, and we’re having to wear the same clothes a few days in a row because we don’t have a washer and dryer.

But here’s what I know to be true: it feels goo to pair down right now. We have toilets. We have a shower. We have bedrooms and mattresses. We have a roof over our heads and, when we need them, food and water for our bellies.

We’re set.

In a world that stresses having more of everything, and that excess is where your worth and value come from, I can’t help but think that bigger is not always better. In fact, it might be the opposite. Sometimes, all that matters is who you’re sharing your time and space with.