A teacher . . .
Nothing brings me greater joy than teaching. If you’ve been a student of mine, you know this–it shows in my enthusiasm and love of the subject.
Speaking of subjects, I’ve taught a lot of them. And not just your traditional high school geometry or college anatomy (though I’ve taught both of those). Over the past fifteen years you may have seen me teaching electronic billing systems to medical staff from Texas to New Hampshire, or teaching learners how to declutter their homes from North Carolina to New York.
A lover of new experiences . . .
And in between all that I’ve managed to squeeze in a lot of other things most people only dream of (or tell me they’ll do in retirement, which is fine, but I could be dead by then, so I figure I’ll do it now). I spent four months living, working, and taking classes at the John C. Campbell Folk School (see pic above). I spent thirty-seven days walking 500 miles on the Camino to Santiago. I’ve taken sabbaticals from work–anywhere from a month to a year.
A believer . . .
And no, I’m not independently wealthy. Nor am I in debt. Nor do I live in my parent’s garage. I have just realized what amazing things we can accomplish if we simply decide we want them.
Of course, it’s not as easy as sitting by waiting for opportunities to drop in my lap. But on the other end, I don’t fret about how something is going to happen. I put the idea out there, do some research, fill out applications, save money, and eventually the universe, my next-door neighbor, God, or whomever you want to call it, shows up with just what I need to make it all happen.
A writer . . .
Some time ago friends asked that I write a book about my life. I declined. “But my friend so-and-so wants to change her job/travel the world/jump out of a plane and didn’t think she could until I told her about you. And she wants to know more.”
And so it was that this blog was born.
A woman who lives simply . . .
And through writing about my life I’ve learned that I prefer “experiences” to “things.” Some call it voluntary simplicity. Some call it minimalism. Some call it crazy.
It’s not for everyone, but it’s something that has inspired students that take my clutter-clearing classes as well as countless others who read my posts about simple living.
Because life is terminal . . .
I’m not sure about the whole life-after-death thing. So I figure I’ll live this life as best I can, just how I’d like to. Because it may be the only one I have. I will surely not be on my deathbed saying, “Oh I wish I had done . . .”
And I’d love you to join me.
There are those that say, “Can I live vicariously through you?”
“Sure,” I say.
But you know what I’d prefer? Think about what you want in your life. Travel? More time with family? A job you love? Write it down. Then go after it. Put it out there.
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