Over the last few months, I’ve been a bit on the “philosophical” side. My father passed away at 64 – just 12 years from my current age. I’ve thought about what I want, what I need, and what I should do to make myself happy. Happy. Is that what’s most important? Probably not. Handling your responsibilities is not only morale but just.
I’ve struggled over the past several weeks to decide between what most people would do in that they would stick to a job they hate versus a life they MIGHT love and relish in. Money isn’t everything, right? We only live one life, right? Isn’t the beauty and freedom we feel in the one life we live most important?
Conflicted.
Sorry for the confusing words and potentially conflicting thoughts.
Take care all.
OK, I’m going to go contemplate life and the direction to move towards(with Maine Prepper Girl).
Rourke