I was thinking today about crocheting, which led to thoughts of knitting, which led to thoughts of hand-spinning, which led to thoughts of Alpaca herds and sheep in verdant pastures. This is my idea of paradise: living in the country with a herd of sheep whom I shear to obtain wool to card, spin and dye my own wool. We'd have a few chickens in a coop and make lots of egg dishes.
A friend of mine recently moved with her husband to another state bereft of friends and family to live with (she says) hostile locals. The couple moved so that her husband could pursue his doctorate degree and ultimately land a job making a six-figure salary. She told me that she was so miserable that she had contemplated divorce, but that in the end, "I think I deserve to be rich." Although some may believe that money is worth the misery it takes to get it, I have always believed old quip that money doesn't buy happiness.
I am sure I would be absolutely thrilled if I got rich doing a job I love, but let's face it, I'm headed to work in the public library, an institution funded by grants and taxes. I have nothing more to hope for than to be healthy, happy, comfortable and content. Another blog-writer put it best when she described this ideal as an "abundant life." I am seeking my abundant life. A life in which I could revel in family bliss, eat good homemade food, have the freedom to pursue a few harmless hobbies, thrive in the company of plentiful growing things, laugh often and have a warm cat on my lap and in my bed.
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