“A house is not a home unless it contains food and fire for the mind as well as the body.”
This has been a difficult winter for me. The ever increasing mountains of snow leave me with nothing else but my thoughts. I have been lost in my thoughts, my future and what it holds, with it the desperate hope for happiness and joy. I don’t want to sit idly as a passenger on this journey anymore. I want to take charge of my happiness and get out from under this depressive fog.
I have spent far too much energy on obsessing over what I see missing in my life, the perceived obstacles of true happiness, true contentment. I have missed the obvious.
I would love to have the means to own a beautiful passive solar home on 10 or more acres of open mature pasture with fruit trees and mountain views. I would love a supportive partner who shared this goal. I would love to ride a pink unicorn who sprouted wings and soared high above the mountains tops into the wispy clouds.
What I actually have is a lovely 3 acre field on a country road, a vintage camper and a dream.
I just step out and begin walking, exactly where I am. This is where you’ve found me, my first step.