“You think you can. You think you can’t. Either way you’re right.” I came upon this quote on Tamara Reddy’s blog, Early Retirement Journey and it jumped right off the page at me. I’ve been feeling some trepidation lately…worries that the small budget we’ve set for ourselves won’t be adequate, worried that I will be… Continue reading what early retirement means to me
Tag: writing
Just Write {6} The Hallmark of Summer’s End
Driving in to work this morning down the wilderness highway from Fox Lake we pass the first clusters of school children standing in the clear morning light at the ends of long driveways waiting for the first glimpse of the yellow school bus to appear on the horizon. Tendrils and wisps of fog rise from… Continue reading Just Write {6} The Hallmark of Summer’s End
The Simple Woman’s Daybook – August “Office” Edition
FOR TODAY Outside my window…it is overcast but I can see some blue between the clouds. I am thinking…about how much I would love to be lowering my stress levels at a dance workshop right now, hip-dropping myself into a sweaty ball, or howling with laughter over a silly joke with a girlfriend. Yesterday, alone… Continue reading The Simple Woman’s Daybook – August “Office” Edition
Sunday Morning Sunshine
The sun has come out after a showery Sunday morning and I have taken my handwork onto the deck. The air smells of wet wood, soil and lake water. Quiet and still, I hear a gull calling in the distance. The campers in the campground next door have not yet emerged from their tents and… Continue reading Sunday Morning Sunshine
A Simple Woman’s Daybook: July edition
Since there isn’t electricity or internet at the cabin, I’ll be writing my posts and publishing them the next day from town. (It’s been awhile since I’ve done one of these!) Sunday, July 7th, 2013: Outside my window…when I got up at 5:30 this morning, the lake looked like this:… Continue reading A Simple Woman’s Daybook: July edition
I remember
…your shout of glee, your sagging training pants and orange striped socks, joyful toddler leaping to daddy’s arms, flying across the open expanse between coffee table and couch without fear, without thought to falling, landing against daddy’s chest to bounce off and do it again and again and again, neither of you tiring until the… Continue reading I remember