…full house…

Growing up I lived in a house with 4 other people and one dog – my parents, my brother, my sister and our dog Fritz.  All 5 of us crammed into a house with 4 rooms.  That was the living situation in all the houses I lived in growing up.  You might think that was cramped, but that was nothing to now.

Right now, my wife, my daughter, my dog and I are sharing a house with 7 other people and 2 other animals.  We are living with another couple who have 3 kids, and have 2 young women living in the top floor of the house.  10 people and 3 animals totally outdoes 5 people and 1 animal!

For a guy who has usually had his space in life (my siblings were 7-10 years older than me) and lived on his own for 4 years I’m actually not going crazy.  Honestly, I’m loving it!  Tiffany and I have had fun living in the houses and apartments that we have had, but this is a whole new experience for us.  We’ve never been in a place that has had this many people before outside of a dorm – and that doesn’t count.  (College life is on a whole other level.)

This type of set up causes one to have to open up and not be defensive about too much privacy or alone time.  It makes you have to learn to communicate and live with people.  Before I just had to learn to get along with Tiffany – and although that was interesting, it was just one person.  Now I am learning how to deal with 4 other grown adults, and 3 more kids.

It is a challenge but it is good.  I’m not able to hide or be someone else.  I’m having to be who I am and that is good!

Have you ever been in a situation like this before?  Living in community and openness?


…the scariness of a certain word…

Epic Fail!

How many times have we heard that phrase in the past few years thanks to failblog.org.

Since the introduction of that phrase I think the word “fail” has become less frightening to me, but I still don’t like it.


It is more than a dislike though, it is a fear.  I don’t like to fail.  In elementary school children are notorious for laughing and mocking kids who fail at hitting the ball in gym; who fail at spelling words correctly; who fail at making friends.  Failing is not fun and I don’t like it.

I’ve lived a big part of my life this way.  In fact, until 2010 I really didn’t start trying to do too many things.  I never wanted to start my own blog if I didn’t know for a fact that it would take off and I would have 1,000 followers in 6 months.  I tried a lot of things this year because I now know that I have to fail in order to move forward and find what will work.  Craig Groeschel refers to it as “failing forward” in his book It.

I am afraid to fail.  But I want to move forward.  I guess I am going to have to be okay with failing forward.  Who knows after I’ve tried it for awhile, I might even like it.

What does the word “fail” to do you?