Life is like a Habitrail... and Life is Grand!

Time seems to fly by.  Income is fixed.  I go to 'work', come home, eat, sleep, love. repeat.  Life can seem monotonous at times, and as I cross another annual tradition of my birthday, I am taking notice that while life sometimes seems like I'm a hamster in a habitrail, that it is still pretty great and I'm thankful that I'm still alive and kicking!  

My wife and I go to work, because our hamster exercise wheels generate the money needed to put the wood shavings in the living area and food into the food chamber.  My son hopes to soon get a job and get his own wheel to spin.  We live a pretty good life, although we seem to spend much more of our time spinning our wheel to produce the cash needed to live comfortably, we live a good life.  It would be nice to get away for more vacations, but we can't save money for vacations because our expenses equal or exceed our income and we are always in a hole.  It seems every time we get a little ahead, we run into some unexpected expense that all but drains our income buffer and we are back to having little to no cash flow.  Either way, if the whole world were a habittrail, then ours is likely nicer than most of the rest of our planet.  

As an Early Working Retired person, I am at peace about having to work the rest of my life just to pay the bills and get by.  I get to spend all my spare time focusing on my family and my hobbies.  I have given in to the fact that I'll never get ahead, that no matter how fast I spin my wheels, I'll always be spinning them, just to get by.  I'm okay with that.  I just hope my son can do better financially.

I take comfort that while I only have to spin my wheel for 9 hours a day, that my other time is spent loving and caring for my family, pursuing my projects like promoting and playing the sport of footbag and generally loving the current moment, without worrying about the future.  I know the future is going to involve plenty of 'work' but if I can keep this job or otherwise continue to literally love what I do for a living, I can happily go on 'working' until the day I die.

Today I turned 47 years old.  I have played footbag freestyle for about an hour a day, every day for the past 7 years. Since I turned 40.  Mentally I maintain an age of 19, and that is important for my youthful exuberance.  I love being me.  I built the habitrail that I live in, and I love it!  

Thanks for all your support!

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