I find myself on the Artist's Way path again.
I have been here before. Many times. Bits and pieces of myself, blown all over the world at this point. In notebooks. On napkins. In mounds of Evernotes and rain-soaked Moleskines and chalky Swarthmores. (Oh, to live within driving distance of a Barnes and Noble...)
Now we are in Uruguay, and this is the worst possible time to start a writing habit. Or at least, a writing habit with a *goal*.
In the middle of worldschooling chaos. In the middle of family planning chaos. In the middle of a #totalmoneymakeover x 2. Debt-free, financial independence is like our master work in this life. The neverending rollercoaster. Every time we arrive back at the base, and it seems we just forget to get off the ride.
Because we do it, and succeed, and fall off the horse. And again, and again, and again.
The thing about freedom, about Life After FI, that they don't tell you - there are lots of horses now. Not just the 9-5 butt-in-chair, get a check, autopay bills, drink beer and watch tv. Nope. With the opportunities of Life After FI comes businesses, kids, houses, promises to friends, support for communities, more businesses, more houses, more kids. Those horses - they're all yours now. You /chose/ them. So they're yours. 100%. Yours.
My name is Ki. We are a family of 5, slow traveling right /now in Uruguay. Seeking knowledge and worldwide community, gathering pieces around the beautiful Earth to build our ecovillage, like robins picking up twigs in spring.
We barely survived the South American winter, and we've got the $400 heating bills to prove it. Not sure when we can leave, because we dove off the deep end with our #moneyfog.
So now, now my friends, is the worst time to begin a writing habit.
The worst time. Aka the best time.