Most of American Rural literature is written about a love of nature, and living in the country. Living in Corvallis, Oregon I am surrounded by many who share the same ideal, despite living in a small city. A want to know your neighbor, to stick your hands in the earth and see the beetles crawl up your arm. A recent article was published in the New York Times, about a new generation of Oregon Farmers. However I find there is a new generation of do-it-yourselfers. Those who want to can their own food, or have their own chickens, make their own food. A generation who wants to drink their own morning coffee and afternoon tea, enjoy the sun, make your own socks and sweaters.
So, as with my previous article when I was talking about my fears, why am I doing all this and whatnot? This is why. I want to do it myself. I want to earn my own money, have a connection with what I’m doing. I want to see how my hard work and effort can make a difference in my life and those around me. I want to have the chance to go to my nephews and nieces birthday parties, or even plan them, because I’m not so stressed out about co-worker relations that I can’t stay. I want to spend the morning waking up and listening to fantastic music, dancing in my kitchen while doing dishes, with the sun pouring in the window. All I do anymore is teach myself things, because I want to know. I want to know that I’ve made my own quilt. I want to make my own clothes. I want to grow my own food, and can my own tomatoes. I want to work, and be willing to choose to work 12 hour days because I’m excited about what I’m doing.
I don’t want to worry about getting back from my 15 minute break on time. I don’t want to worry about spending tons of money on lunch at the nearby store. I don’t want to worry about a file with my name on it that decides my future. I don’t want to worry about having a ‘supervisor’ who I have to have like me. I want the power over my own future, one that my simple ability and work can decide. I want to be able to have my work make the choice. I know that the market may decide things for me, but if I never try this...If I never take the time to do this, I will always feel trapped. I will never feel that choosing to go back to a ‘real job’, was one done not because of social pressure, but because I wanted too.
Here is the Cribbage help icon I've created this past week. You can also see my other artwork as it gets posted on Deviantart. Search for 'pythonliving'