This time of year while everyone is planning their festivities and checking off gift lists, I usually try to project into the next year, imagining goals and budgets. My history is one where I start off well and lose steam by the end of February, try to patch things together again in April and finally accept compromise by mid-May. And so, living up to tradition, I will sit this weekend with paper, pencil, and excel spreadsheet.
My longing for a more meaningful life lived more closely to the Earth, pulls at me with every passing year. Whether it is the desire to ease towards retirement, or that of trying to find the life I once knew where I could take care of myself in terms of food and shelter on less income than I have now, I know there is a better life for me. In my daydreams I have a huge garden, a root cellar, and a pantry lined jars of canned sauces, jams, and greenbeans. And yes, in my dream life I have soft grey hair. The natural highlights have already started there now.
My inability to project what I will need and how to get there is where my planning falls short. I felt much better about it before the recession, when retirement funds were growing.
I may need to sharpen a few more pencils….