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Big Things and Little Things

  • Writer: Zaan
    Zaan
  • 3 days ago
  • 2 min read

The Hague City Centre with clear skies
The Hague City Centre with clear skies

The blog has been radio silent for the last few months. Not for any dramatic reason — but because I’ve been in a season of change. And I felt it was only right to take you, my fellow readers, along with me.


I took time to reflect. To sit with the good and the bad. To process what was shifting, and to allow myself space to adapt rather than react.


For those who know me, you know I’ve lived in many houses. But my South African home remains one of my fondest memories. It was big — two lounges big — and at the time, I truly believed that was what I needed. Space felt like success. Size felt like identity.


Now, not even ten years later, I realize how much has changed — and how much has stayed the same.


What has stayed the same is my love for projects. I’ve always loved taking something with raw beauty and shaping it into something that reflects my personality and style. That part of me hasn’t moved an inch.

What has changed? My idea of what “enough” looks like.


I came from a big house in a big city. Somewhere along the way, I convinced myself that having a big house was a reflection of who I was. And now, here I am — in a small house in a tiny city.


Downsizing shook me more than I expected. It sent me into a quiet existential spiral. Was I doing enough? Was I moving forward — or stepping back? Was I letting myself down? Letting others down?


For months, I wrestled with that feeling. But now, sitting here, I can see something I couldn’t see then: this move wasn’t a step backward. It was alignment.


A smaller space means less to manage. Less to fill. Less to clean. Less noise. And sometimes, when life shifts, there’s a part of us that lags behind the truth — still clinging to who we used to be.


But growth often looks like subtraction before it feels like expansion.

The essence of our being is not the size of the space we occupy. It’s the journey. The experiences we gather. The love we give. The kindness we show.


Everything else?


That’s just luck — and fresh air.

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