I realized not too long ago that I was brought up in a family of things. This may sound like a strange way to describe it but it is what it is. I am not saying this is a bad thing I am just saying it caused inner conflict and I did not even know it. I realized recently my life struggles have been mostly due to my need for things.
Things were my goal. Things were how I measured my own success. I guess I just finally grew up and realized that things were by no means a measure of success.
As it turns out your own happiness is the measure of your success and I have not been happy in so long I had forgotten what it felt like.
Recently I had a chance to revisit something I had not done in 15 years. I got to jet ski. I had forgotten how much I loved the feel of the raw power. Oh the joy of slamming the throttle and having to hand on for dear life. The wind pushing your face back like you were in military flight training or something.
Thankfully I have a friend who cares enough to have invited me and I had the time of my life. The pain and stiffness over the next three to five days was unbelievable. I had forgotten how much of a workout riding is. Make no mistake it was worth every single ibuprofen and moan. I would do it again in a heart.
That last statement is what brings me to today. Well, actually, a couple of weeks ago. I decided I am getting rid of the house (things), moving into something small, very small, that is a rental. Hopefully I can find a cottage or a boat house or something.
I am going to take a large portion of the money that I save by doing this and am going to buy some toys. This is a great way for me to get healthy and get back to the point where I am happy again.
This is a scary thing and I am taking it one step at a time. More on this later.
Just had to get this down on paper so to speak so I could try it on and see how it feels. Something always seems to become a little more real when you write you it down.
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