And then sometimes I think about living closer to life. Like growing my own food. Which you would think is funny if you knew me because I have a pretty terrible track record with gardens. I always start out with the best of intentions. Then things just get out of hand. That’s not to say I haven’t managed some tomatoes, cukes, zucchini…. Basil.
So I think about growing my own food and then it just seems ridiculously impossible. Really, though, it’s just a matter of planning and discipline, right?
I even think about growing stuff indoors during these Michigan winters. Remember that character on Northern Exposure who had his greenhouse full of growing food up in Alaska?
Of course, then there’s the cat. If I’m growing anything inside, I have no doubt he’s going to eat it, at least strip the leaves off. Why worry about tomato hornworms when you’ve got a cat?
Again, a matter of planning and discipline – arranging things so the cat can not get access. Is that really so hard?
Which leads me to ponder other things that seem ridiculously impossible. Like making my living in a way that makes me happy, that’s authentic and meaningful, and, well, closer to life. Maybe, just maybe, I need to revisit that through the lens of “planning and discipline.”
I have ideas of things I’d like to do, but I never get very far with those thoughts before the “That’s ridiculous!” voice sounds off in my head. Whose voice is that anyway? Who is it that tells me I can’t? That it’s silly. That what I need is to have a marketable skill.
Ah ha! I recognize that voice. But that was then, and this is now. So I need to find and listen to my own voice, silly. Planning and discipline, eh?