It’s Monday again. Got up, got ready for work and here I am ticking things off of my to do list for the day. Including work, ha ha.
In the grand scheme of life, I feel my everyday existance is mundane. I know it’s morbid to think what will people remember about me after I’m gone, but here lately that’s what comes to mind. Especially when I’m doing things like working, laundry, scrubbing the toilet and buying groceries. These are not earth shattering, hell it barely scratches the surface of memorable. But… if I don’t do these things how will I do anything else? You have to work to make money… because if you don’t you won’t be able to do anything else. Travel — takes money, eating — takes money, sleeping in a bed — takes money see the pattern here?
I see the reality shows, read the books about people who have chucked it all and go to live on the cheap, or live a simple life. For whatever reason that appeals very strongly to me. The husband and I have discussed doing this very thing, so why does the possiblity of doing it scare the crap out of me?
I mean I can live frugally, I coupon almost everything, we’ve gotten rid of all our debt only thing we owe money on is our RV… my husband points out the main stumbling block on our journey to not working a regular 40 hour a week job is my health. He thinks that without medical insurance we wouldn’t be able to afford the medication that I take… sigh always something… so dream on and see what you can do with the dreams that exist in your heart and mind.
harleybabe 