Since I was a kid, I’ve been inquisitive, analytical, skeptical; always looking for the other side of the story. I've been told that I’ve always insisted on learning the hard way; from sticking my finger into a mouse trap immediately after I was cautioned, to reading the Merck Manual before bed instead of Goodnight Moon; prime for owning my own power tools as an adult right? hahaha.
Ok, so, I’ve always loved anything “DIY”, “SUSTAINABLE”, “GARDEN”, “SHOE-STRING”, “EFFICIENT”, “ECOLOGICAL”, “EDUCATIONAL.”
I’m a Vet Tech and a new homeowner 😱. I was living on a farm, but things fell apart due to the owner of the property making false promises. Recently, my life was pulled from under me like a rug—The Universe said “psyche b*tch!”
This is my first time going SOLO SOLO. No help, no support (sh**ty family you guessed it). I’ve decided to take this solo act as far as my body will let me. I, and plenty of others, don't have a partner, or a roommate, or a—what I’ve noticed is becoming Blog Jargon—”hubby,” to do the grunt work; or to even hold something steady! This is a real problem!
I’ve always been too shy to do stuff like this, blogging. But it’s calling me! AND THE INTERNET ACTUALLY HAS SOME OF THE COOLEST NICEST PEOPLE! 👍❤️. I am lucky that I keep crossing your paths. As things are becoming more isolated on my side, I hope the “community water” is warm over here on this side—?Climb on in? The water’s warm??
It would mean the world to me if you joined me on this journey! Unedited, raw, hilarious, embarrassing, and educational! Though many topics will show up under the growing umbrella of “do-it-yourself,” The Opus, The Mission, is as follows:
A child-sized female is going to try to transform a broken-down tiny house built in 1952 on two wooded acres into a “Shabby Chic Cottage on a Working Homestead.” 🤣WOW!
All jokes aside (though there will rarely be jokes aside), what I really hope to achieve from this, other than fun community (and support that I’m secretly starving for) is for anyone, at any age, to see my triumphs and failures, and from that, begin to discover what they might be interested in or realize what they are capable of. There are so many dark cobweb corners in the recesses of our minds, self-image, and our potential. I want to shine the light! Throw a flash-light on that nonsense!
I had a put-down family. I was told that trying was ridiculous, a waste, etc. They mocked my hobby of gardening and called it a waste of time. Eventually, the toxic seed that they planted grew its roots. I felt isolated, and DID start to hate myself; I believed that my life, and my very self, was utterly and un-changeably worthless & pointless. Getting away from them and moving to that farm, where I became a significant asset, changed my life.
But, too many times i’ve been taught the same lesson, again and again; that most people you rely on…aren’t reliable. That sounds like i’m dissing the populous, and opposing my own emphasis on the importance and need of community. No! See, i dont think people are unreliable jerks, i think we need help understanding what it really means to be reliable, and how FREAKING important it is. Too many of us were handed down empty, backward, negative, impoverished ideas about ourselves and the world around us. But to make each other better, we gotta make ourselves better. And to have the strength to make ourselves better, we need help from each other (see the cycle that’s forming?)
And women?! Oh My Gosh—lets get ourselves as handy-man independent as we can.
MY CRY TO ALL:
Loving you already,