(I wrote this, and wasn't sure if I should publish it. I sound sort of poor-little-me, and that wasn't my intention. It was sort of a stream of consciousness thing, and I am not sure how to improve it. Please take that into consideration when you read. Thanks...)
So, what are you going to do with your life?
How many times have you heard that, or variations thereof? I'm not asked it as directly anymore, but I still hear it from time to time. I suppose, since I don't have what is a "normal" lifestyle, by some lights, is the biggest reason. I was surprised one time, to almost get into a fight with a woman. My husband had invited a gent and his wife on our fishing boat. I had asked about what she did for a living, and she'd mentioned her job, and that she was going to be retiring from it in the near future. I told her that sounded good, and then she asked what I do.
I told her my volunteer work, and hobbies, and things I do for family and friends. Her casual manner faded, and she looked furious with me. You don't work? You don't have a job? What do you DO with your life?
I really didn't know how to respond, having just answered her question. But, in varying degree, I have had a somewhat similar response from many people. My husband and I work on paying cash for what we get, we have no debts, (which, I might add, we worked and scrimped to do this), and we don't have a lot of frills (internet is the rare exception...).
I knit, spin, raise chickens, and garden. Husband and Dad can repair just about anything short of a warp drive, (I suspect that would just take them longer), and Mom can cook and sew beautifully. So, we trade between us. I raise llamas. I watch the animals, threaten continuously to give lead poisoning to deer that get into my garden, (people who know me, know that won't happen, I just need to vent somehow), and take care of volunteer things, my house, and myself. Husband works part time, and we budget, so we can live on one income.
I am not bragging. I never intended to start a fight with this, but it is so strange to have the reactions that I do. It makes me even more hesitant to talk about what I do to people, even on my blog. Folks that I am more acquainted with have acted strange, when they comment on things like house payments. They ask about it, I tell them we don't have one, and off they go.
I have decided that I like my life, (see B entry), and am going to continue what I am doing. If someone asks a question, I will just see if I am going to be bitten for answering. Then, perhaps, go on to a less touchy subject, you know, like politics, religion or sex.
(Get Busy Living)