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An Uncomplicated Life
Embracing the simple things.
I took my last trip into the woods this morning to get one more load of firewood before winter. My dogs patiently waited in my truck as I worked cutting down trees and loading the logs in the back. Occasionally I’d take a sip from the jug of sparkling water I’d filled from the spring and listen to the quiet.
I didn’t care about wearing my torn old jeans or the same sweatshirt I’d owned for years. Heck, I didn’t even comb my hair this morning. I’ve found an incredible sense of freedom by being me, without shame or worry about what others think. And for a sixty-eight-year-old lady, it’s about time.
I feel more at home in my tiny off-grid cabin than I ever did with my ex-husband in our expensive mansion in San Francisco years ago. I even prefer my old but paid-off Ford pickup to the brand-new Porsche I used to drive.
Maybe I’m strange, but I never fit in with the wealthy crowd my ex used to insist we spend time with. No, I prefer being out in the woods, or at the beach with my dogs, eating a peanut butter sandwich, watching the seagulls flying overhead. Those are the best moments ever.
