Greetings fellow travelers,
Welcome to all the new followers. I’m always a bit surprised (but grateful) when someone new chooses to “follow” me. Be forewarned, I tend to wander and often get lost. I guess that’s part of the adventure.
I did get lost this weekend metaphorically speaking. It was a payday weekend and after I paid the bills there was so little left. I know that’s a thing for a lot of folks and we are lucky that I made at least the minimum on everything. My husband has a good job and I have a side gig that brings in a bit.
Still, as a I stood in line at the grocery store and watched the organic and healthy stuff ring up, I was consumed with doubt. I could have spent significantly less by buying conventional produce and meat, and skipped the non-gmo goods and whole wheat stuff. I stood there thinking that maybe it wasn’t worth it and I was just adding more stress to an already stressed budget.
As I talked it over with my husband later, he reminded me of the reasons we were making these changes and, ever the optimist, he reminded me that it always works out somehow.
That’s true. We’ve never gone hungry and we’re not homeless.
The changes we are making aren’t easy, but with effort, some mistakes, and course corrections, we will figure it out.
The anxiety persisted through the weekend. Once it starts, it’s hard to turn off. It’s like some perpetual motion wheel powered by an anxiety hamster. And, like a hamster, it runs loudest and fastest at night.
As I’ve tried to go to sleep each night, I start thinking of all the unfinished (and urgent) projects around here: the failing floor in the hallway and laundry room, the collapsing deck, the not quite ready garden, the too-small chicken coop…all waiting for funding and time…
The lack of sleep only intensifies the issue.
Today, I have made a list of the projects and brainstormed plans and cheap solutions. Some of the brainstorming is less practical than others. I did find a you-tube video that shows how to make a perfect chicken tractor! And it’s doable with some junk (resources) we have laying around here.
Detailing the problems on paper and finding solutions is much more helpful than worrying about them when I should be sleeping.
I refuse to let anxiety get the upper hand. I may have to live with it, but I won’t let it win.
There will never be “enough” money for all the hopes and dreams that we have. But there is enough for what we need. The trick is discerning the needs vs. the wants and balancing it all out.
Most importantly, I’ve fed (homemade baby food), loved, rocked, talked to, and gotten to sleep for two naps the cutest grand-baby ever.
Got red beans and the Christmas ham-bone in the crock pot simmering for dinner.
Planted my echinacea seeds and have them out in the sun in the plastic storage box “greenhouse” while I dream of a real greenhouse someday.
Watered all the tomato, pepper, tomatillo, and herb seedlings I’ve managed to keep alive thus far.
Washed and dried two loads of laundry and decided that a clothes-line is definitely on the to-do list.
Turned my compost pile and shredded all of my newspaper and brown paper to mix into it. I’m mowing the knee high grass in the dog yard and need to balance out all the grass clippings. The compost pile is almost ready to tuck-in for “cooking”. There’s another thing on the to-do list…another compost pile.
Small steps with optimism and a clear goal…anxiety be gone. I’ve got a plan and I don’t have time for you.