Weird dreams, stress, and quality of life
I have had some weird dreams lately. The kinds that are not late-night-pizza induced. Keener, you’ll have to ask me in person about it ’cause I’m not posting it here. But the other one last night was me freaking out about going bald. I had a bald spot in the back of my head (monk style) about 5 inches big. There were images flashing through my head about some serious comb-overs with long, whispy strands. Then I shaved my head. And I’m not even balding yet… hope it’s not a vision.
Stress level lately is all over the place. One day it’s great, next I’m sweating like a pig. I start thinking about how everything’s selling or getting close to that point which sounds wonderful. I’m almost counting the cash already. Then, I’m bying more to increase my monthly expenditures and having to try and find something to work on next which has proven difficult. No project = lost potential. And of course, there’s the snags that we run into with every single thing because nothing goes quite according to plan. Roll with the punches, and git-er-done. Sounds so easy… The next day, I look back and count my debt load. Sure, I’ve sold stuff but I’ve still got over (best Mr. Evil voice) one miiiilion doooolars worth of debt. Sure, there’s corresponding assets but the debt still gets to you.
Oh, the quality of life. I am all about not doing things I don’t have to. Find someone, something, or whatever to do the stuff you hate, don’t have time for, or isn’t productive for you. For those who haven’t tried it - do! I spend about $250 a month having my yard mowed, dog crap picked up and my house cleaned. Not only is my saved time worth more to me than that, the ability to relax and not deal with mundane tasks I hate makes me much more relaxed. (When I’m not thinking about the stress, that is.) I am really starting to think more about what I need to live, and not spending money on small little things that provide no long term enjoyment, have to be packed and moved around with me, and are just a waste of dough. No knick-knacks is my current goal - only useful or otherwise valued posessions. One set of plates. One set of silverware. One motorcycle. One car. etc…
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This is funny b/c I had such strange, almost hallucinogenic dreams this past weekend at the Farm and NO–I wasn’t on anything. Not sure what they meant, but they felt real fo’ sure.
As for the Simple Life. It definitely has nothing to do with Paris, Hilton that is.
Over the past couple years, I’ve been contemplating the importance of simplicity and the treasure of friends. I took painting back up again. What a great release to just melt into the paints and canvas. I revel in my gardening, what limited time and space I have to make that happen. Fresh veggies and herbs. Whole foods are real nourishment to our bodies. Good wine. To sit on the deck, feel the wind come off the hill, smell the air, sip the vintage. Friendship is a blessing.
My life is a constant stress and buzz. The country property is my sanctuary. One I first sanctioned, but now share. To work on the land is therapy. Better than a suit behind a desk taking notes.
So, next year I will start my travels to explore what little piece of land on an island or third world country I can find. I think it’s a dream, but to just live in a smaller, open house in a little village/town where kids and neighbors can drop in and I can visit the local produce stand daily sounds like home.
Jenny was standing in my living room recently and asked “how do you live so modestly?” My response was sheer shock AND feeling complimented. I could not see what she was seeing, but she pointed out that I don’t have a ton of knick knacks and crap lying around. I spend a lot of time thinking about things I need to buy to finish my house, but then looking around me and seeing all the hard work I’ve done to get the few things I have (building my bed, refinishing my coffee table, etc.) I have spent the past five years getting rid of things I didn’t need and so much appreciate what I do have. That includes my friends. We build friendships and they are sacred. Not to be taken for granted. Just like life.
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