The fact is it pounds on the door constantly. You just have to be there to answer it.
Creating your ideal life takes thought.
How do you know if you are successful if you do not first define what that is for you?
Make a list. Try to keep it to ten things that if they are present in your life you will know you are living a successful life. When you are in alignment with these things celebrate your successes.
If we do not have them defined success can be a constantly moving horizon.
Here are some of mine.
I do not get up to an alarm clock.
I wake up when I do everyday.
I wear what ever I want to everyday. It is not dictated to me.
I don’t wear a watch. My time is mine and I don’t have to watch it.
I make my income with out my direct and constant involvement to create it. I don’t punch a time clock or work conventional hours.
I can live any where I want to. My income creation does not require me to be in a certain place.
I am location independent.
These are some of the ways I measure success. Notice I did not say anything about how much money I made. But that I only make it my way.
That is more important to me than quantity.
I have learned to create massive value for other people and they do pay me well for that value but it is only to alow me to design my lifestyle and own my time.
I don’t say all this to brag but to show what is possible.
I am in my 40’s and I own my time and decide how and where to spend it.
I only work on projects that excite me and I can do my best work in.
Take some time to develope your own list of values to measure your success by and be sure to celebrate them as you reach them. 😉
To be truly challenging, a voyage, like a life,must rest on a firm foundation of financial unrest.Otherwise,you are doomed to a routine traverse, the kind known to yachtsmen who play with their boats at sea… ” cruising ” it is called. Voyaging belongs to seamen, and to the wanderers of the world who cannot , or will not , fit in. If you are contemplating a voyage and you have the means, abandon the venture untill your fortunes change. Only then will you know what the sea is all about.
I’ve always wanted to sail to the south seas , but I can’t afford it. What these men can’t afford is not to go . They are enmeshed in the cancerous discipline of “security”. And in the worship of security we fling our lives beneath the wheels of routine- and before we know it our lives are gone.
What does a man need – really need? a few pounds of food each day, heat and shelter,six feet to lie down in – and some form of working activity that will yield a sense of accomplishment.That’s all- in the material sense,and we know it.But we are brainwashed by our economic system until we end up in a tomb beneath a pyramid of time payments,mortgages,preposterous gadgetry,playthings that divert our attention for the sheer idiocy of the charade.
The years thunder by.The dreams of youth grow dim where they lie in dust on the shelves of patience. Before we know it, the tomb is sealed.
Where , then, lies the answer?
Which shall it be: bankruptcy of purse or bankruptcy of life…?
I was wandering around the place yesterday and thought I would do a pictorial of my oldest structure on the homestead. The well house. The first thing I did after we bought the acreage we now live on 15 odd years ago was punch a well. I wanted to know if there was going to be adaquate water before I spent any more money developing the land. The next was power then a shelter to house the well pumping equipment among other things.
This little space is 8 ft cubed and the first thing I built. It houses and has housed many things over the years. It has also been a gathering point for people things and pets/livestock. Currently garden tools a large propane tank the cats food cardboard for recycling and some misc this and that’s. There is a water spigot inside with a garden hose that comes in thru a hole in the wall then it coils up on a 5 gal bucket on the wall ,this keeps it from freezing in the winter.There is a small ele heater in their wich makes it a warm place to go when we are working out side .
The area around the building is a collection area for projects fencing wheelbarrow trashcan doors and windows . The cats know their food is in the wellhouse and tend to congregate out front in anticipation on the next feed time.
a look inside
this space has evolved over the years. I put a window and siding on to match the house now it is a mini me of the big house
A lot of activity revolves and has always revolved around this tiny place for years funny how such a diminutive space plays such an important role on our place. 😉
we are having a mid -winter thaw this week and cabin fever is getting the best of me here in the pacific northwest. Walked around the place today to see how things are. Found this big bull pine down from a storm.
then I traveled down the river bank and found brother racoon has been out and about
little coon bear very clever . walked up the river to the garden area and looked at the micro home stead by the crabapple trees berrys hanging for the birds to eat untill spring.
Found some old cattails I’ll use for tinder in my tiny wood stove they have lots of dry fluff . If you are ever in the bush and need to start a fire they are very handy.
Heres the cats out by the well house hanging around waiting to be fed. What a bunch of free loaders .
Here is the tree line out back snow melting away grass and brush showing looking like spring (I wish ) Just kind of a sloppy slushy day in the upper 30’s .
The creek is flowing from the pond hiding under the ice into the river. Water is way up right now .
this is my portable garden. I have it sitting by the french doors in the south side of the house waiting for spring so it can go out on the deck again. This is a hodge podge of starts and rootings . There are potatoes both sweet and red as well as aloe and some garlic cloves from the kitchen that were sprouting. there are some surprise seedlings in there as well still waiting to see what volunteers will be , maybe a tomato or two from last year! 😉 But it’s my mini spring garden so I can play in the dirt in the sun