For the better part of the past four years my living spaces have been a series of recreational vehicles, couches, and rented rooms.
It’s been a little challenging at times but mostly because what I learned I wanted from my living situation was not applied to other areas of my life. I simplified my home and had mostly freed myself from the crazy hold that possessing useless shit has over many of us.
Meanwhile, I still gave all my energy, my creativity, time, and health to making good numbers for shitty people who might give me kudos and more responsibility but ultimately sucked me dry.
That’s just not sustainable even though I was so certain that was the way to stability. I mean, we all know that hard work is the key to success, right? But that’s bullshit. It’s only a small piece of what it takes to be successful.
What the hell is success anyway? Is it a fat paycheck and a home you only get to appreciate during the weekend? Is it a retirement that seems further away with each passing day?
I sit here in my one room, courtesy of those who became my family, with no paycheck and I am successful as fuck. I am surrounded by people who love me and we all support each other. I’ve been blessed with comfort and time to heal. I now have the ability to prepare for my next move without that desperation which has always forced me to choose availability over sustainability.
Now I have the ability to pour myself into those things which could have been at least a side hustle if I’d only had the energy to put in the effort. Once I opened that door, everything came pouring out and gave life to even more.
Every day presents its challenges, that is something that can be counted upon, but I am awed by the possibilities brought about by just being open and available.
I am in love with my life and the people who held my hand and helped me up.