Sometimes, one is so wrapped up in what one is wrapped up in, he or she forgets to look around and appreciate what he or she has. I think we can all agree on that.
I like to think that I’m the type of person that remembers that while our Adirondack Lunacy live-in-an-RV plan may be a little inconvenient at times, we really have it pretty good. There are many, many folks who are plenty worse off. Anyhow. You’re likely familiar with these sentiments. In a nutshell – Our petty annoyances are pretty much insignificant in the grand scheme of things. That part of my gratitude landscape is well-trod. However, yesterday I discovered a side trail on that particular topo map. I posted a Facebook update yesterday that made me realize something. Here’s the post –
” … had coffee with the chickens, hauled junk, lunch with a neighbor friend, and a rum toddy with another neighbor in front of a woodstove. Awesome. Now off to night-time work for a few hours.”
A year ago, I might see a country friend post something like this, and I would think, “Cool. I wish I could do that. Maybe someday.” I guess I have been so focused and busy with the vaudeville of tearing a house down by hand, I haven’t stopped to think about how the curtain has been raised on a new act. As I look back at that post, I feel like I am analyzing a script that turns out beautifully at the end of the second act. The chickens. The work on my own property on my own terms. The lunch at the little diner. The woodstove and rum toddys in the neighbors cabin. It’s totally all there.
(He crosses to the RV. The lights dim. Curtain.)