As I’m sure most of you do, I tend to reflect a bit towards the end of any year… what’s been accomplished, what was missed, where corrections are needed… the usual crap an aging soul indulges. More and more the subject becomes what sort of life I want right now, as my sons venture into adulthood, and age discrimination (yes, it’s real) tries hard to reduce my career prospects.
Ultimately, like many, I want do Do My Own Thing. When I can manage spare time in the course of working two jobs, I’ve been hacking away at projects designed to get me there. Starting slow and simple with plans to progress to bigger, better things.
It’s when I sit down to code, often struggling to get into The Zone, that I’m struck by the main thing occupying my mind lately: the need to simplify. I’m surrounded by artifacts collected over a lifetime, a maintenance nightmare bordering on hoarding proportions.
While I’ve always had a tendency to hang onto books and certain knickknacks, it wasn’t until marriage/fatherhood that this took on a life of its own. Suddenly my collection combines with those of other household members, and a critical mass is reached. A point far beyond any one garage sale’s salvation. I need to get rid of it. I need time to get rid of it.
In younger years I was highly mobile. Without my own family trappings, I was free to wander at will. I just neglected to take enough advantage at the time. Now, burdened by familial anchors, I yearn for that twenty-something space-time agility. Too much house in the way though.
I’d love to dump the house, along with the bulk of its contents, and move into a motor home. Then drive/park where ever needed, wanted or interested. I’m just not sure if my wife is as ready for that as I am, despite occasional claims along those lines. She’s starting up her own thing, and it depends on shipping/receiving handmade goods. The shipping part is no problem, but what about receiving raw materials? We need a mail service that can follow mobile people.
Hmm… I smell another project…