We decided that living far away from everything was a good idea for loads of reasons.
Our Salukis needed vast spaces to run.
Housing costs are stupid in California AND said Salukis kept giving us poison oak, regardless of our home’s location in Cali.
My job was “eliminated” (read; myself & my boss, the president & founder of her company, weren’t included in the hostile takeover of HER company).
My children all grew up & moved to other places (all but one of the six).
We started a global business that didn’t require living in a particular place, just a connection to the internet.
My husband is a Big Wall Rock Climber and travels all over doing that anyway.
What we didn’t consider was what living remotely means when it comes to having reliable internet, having cell reception, living off the grid and how hard that can be, developing community amidst hostile, fearful neighbors (who probably moved here so they could “protect” themselves from all kinds of unsavory sorts… like me).
It’s not easy.
Last night, after my regular Thursday trip into town for my volunteer position helping little kids have fun (this is a 36 mile drive on a 2 lane hwy), I rushed home to feed the dogs and could hardly get the gate closed. The wind was fierce. Like “hard to close the front door with two hands” kind of fierce.
No worries, I’m strong…
Got the dogs fed and settled into dinner for myself and had the notion of logging into my computer to see what sort of fuckery occurred in Washington.
Um … nope. No connection.
It was too dark to see whether the satellite dish was still in place on the roof and frankly, it wasn’t the end of the world to be offline for the night. But, I had a boat load of pressing work to do that required being able to connect and I prayed it would be resolved by morning.
No such luck…
No problem. Got a little breakfast, packed up my business bag and headed up to the National Park entrance area where I could do my work… and I was met with shades of 1996 and the internet. Sloooooowwwwww… doesn’t come close to what happened. Or you could say, fast/slow/fast/slow/fast… sloooowwwww. Somehow I managed to get the car registered, post the shit I was asked to post and get home before the next wave of wind, sleet and snow pelted me.
My work is important to me but my professional life has always taken a back seat to my spiritual & family life. After years of being involved at every level of business (retail, wholesale, consulting, direct sales, writing, teaching, healing… ), I had little to show for it… Financially, that is. My resume is awesome… but meh. Who really gives a shit about that any more?
We get by just fine, but I’m out of real excuses for being marginally successful. Kids are grown, I’m always in a meditative space out here, things feel good. My life is pretty fucking dreamy…