Out of Step
I have been feeling out of step lately- out of step with a LOT that is going on around me. Like I should be somewhere else- doing something else.
And my thoughts turn (as they sometimes do) to getting back to “simple living”. I yearn for a big chunk of land, some farm animals, a big old garden to grow my own food. I think about the lost arts that I want to learn- from simple things like cooking over the hearth or knowing how to knit to things like how to hunt, fish, butcher and tan. I know- it sounds silly. And it’s not like I’ve never shot a gun- or a bow and arrow- but they were always target practice- which is totally different! And I’m afraid I forgot everything I ever learned about farming or planting. I have a brown thumb.
When I was little- I spent long periods of time with my fathers mom- and she taught me to tend the garden, cook, compost (although she didn’t call it that), and even make quilts.
Now- I sit at a computer- frustrated with my job and I have forgotten all of it.
Maybe it’s because of the economy- and the bills piling up.
Maybe it’s because work has been hell the last few weeks.
Maybe it’s just because of recent deaths and thoughts of my own mortality.
Maybe it’s a lot of things. Or maybe it’s a combination of all of them.
But I think if I won the lottery tomorrow I would be looking for a big chunk of land and quitting my job.
Oh sure- this feeling will probably pass.
But right now- I am feeling very out of step with the rest of the world.
And my thoughts turn (as they sometimes do) to getting back to “simple living”. I yearn for a big chunk of land, some farm animals, a big old garden to grow my own food. I think about the lost arts that I want to learn- from simple things like cooking over the hearth or knowing how to knit to things like how to hunt, fish, butcher and tan. I know- it sounds silly. And it’s not like I’ve never shot a gun- or a bow and arrow- but they were always target practice- which is totally different! And I’m afraid I forgot everything I ever learned about farming or planting. I have a brown thumb.
When I was little- I spent long periods of time with my fathers mom- and she taught me to tend the garden, cook, compost (although she didn’t call it that), and even make quilts.
Now- I sit at a computer- frustrated with my job and I have forgotten all of it.
Maybe it’s because of the economy- and the bills piling up.
Maybe it’s because work has been hell the last few weeks.
Maybe it’s just because of recent deaths and thoughts of my own mortality.
Maybe it’s a lot of things. Or maybe it’s a combination of all of them.
But I think if I won the lottery tomorrow I would be looking for a big chunk of land and quitting my job.
Oh sure- this feeling will probably pass.
But right now- I am feeling very out of step with the rest of the world.