I am truly an optimist. I love new beginnings and always believe in them. Comparing photos from our time with friends in November to recent ones (above and below), I see that a tremendous sadness and weight descended on us and was evident through the camera lens. Downturned faces and hunched shoulders reveal a burdening time. On March 31st we spent all our money on a lemon of a car off of Craigslist that is still in the shop. That was the last of our bad luck and April 1st was the beginning of a time of renewal, inspiration, and strength.
40 Days. Forty days would be more apt to have started at Lent, but I am a bit behind. 40 days of renewal, a sense of wonder, doing nice things for myself, not caring about rules, and noticing the beautiful things in my life that subtly whisper through the winds of each day. Why 40 days? One could pick any number, really. The beginning of April to Mother’s Day, which represents my most honored description seemed right. I turn forty on Monday. New things are surely on the horizon for us. The last forty years I grew up, raised children, came to this place. The next forty years will be so delightful, I am sure. Our own homestead surely awaits us, more grandchildren are surely in our future, our children are getting married, our marriage is getting stronger, we have so much to look forward to.
Choose a number. I chose 40. In a book at night, record what you did or what happened that day, what you see your life as. It is never too late to make small or big life changes.
April 1st- Bought an expensive (for me) bottle of Borolo and opened it for lunch. Instead of complaining at the bar while Doug played pool, I tried to be present, even played, and had a good time.
April 2nd- Spent time with Maryjane, rocked her to sleep. Painted two letters at the coffee shop at the spur of the moment.
April 3rd- Played Andrea Bocceli and served lunch while teaching a class. Prayed for a long time before bed.
Because life is so blaringly short, I want to enjoy people more. Spend more time with friends and celebrating. My four day birthday weekend starts today. A night out with Monte and Erik. Tomorrow Doug is throwing me a birthday barbeque. Tomorrow night the Melting Pot with Steve, Nancy’s husband who’s brain tumor may not allow him many more dinners out with us. Sunday, a bee keeping class, Tapas lunch, and an outing with two new homesteading couples we met. Monday, my actual birthday, a national newspaper is interviewing me thanks to this blog. My life is beautiful, and complicated, and full of mystery and joy. I am blessed beyond belief.
My mother mentioned that I lead a charmed life. Any of us can have a charmed life. All you have to do is put out there what you want and you will get it, like it or not. Work for it, desire it, pray for it, do everything you can to get it. Our life looks like what we wanted it to. We now dream of our own homestead that we can stay at. We dream of so many things. Though they feel like a desperation now, they will come to being. They have to.
The key to our life is instead of making more money, make less. Every time we think we need more money, we try to sell something, or get rid of a bill, or make do. My ultimate goal in the next 40 years, or 40 months, or 40 weeks would be better, is to find a place that is even cheaper than what we are paying now so that we can lower the prices of our medicines and our classes so that other folks can make less money and enjoy their lives more too. When you don’t have to work so hard for what you have, you can enjoy each day more. You have more freedom.
Break rules. My own rules. I can only eat this and that. I cannot buy a lotion that smells SO good that my daughters bought because I make my own lotion, and it is fantastic, one of my best sellers. I went and bought the other lotion. Gasp. I eat what I want, and drink when I want, and go to the coffee shop when I want, and still get all my work done. The only thing that was keeping me imprisoned was myself.
Today is a new day, y’all. Be inspired today.