Jan 19, 2008 23:44
My problem is that i want a 300-year-old farmhouse that i built myself, using responsible materials and building practices. I want it on a 100-acre tract of woods, located near all of my friends and convenient to a city. I want to provide space for a community to develop, focusing on art, education and delicious food, but i don't want to attract fluff-headed nitwits. I want to keep in touch with all of you, and see you regularly, but still have time to myself and time to work the garden and time with my family and time to make things.
I miss my friends, and especially miss the ones i have barely seen since Connor was born. I want to support our family with a project-based job that gives me plenty of time to travel and take care of the homestead and doesn't leave me without time or energy for Jim and Connor. I want to enable, and to create, and to evolve, and to succeed, and to slowly and smoothly carve a twig of understanding.
Several problems? No, one problem. Because the problem is actually that i want to be worrying about how to make these things happen, paradoxical or otherwise, and not about how to pay the bills, how not to drown in debt, how to make everyone happy, how to keep everyone else from becoming unhappy, and how to find the reset button hidden somewhere at the back of my neck.
I desperately need a haircut and a new wardrobe, and i think that's the girliest thing i've said in a few years.