This Is Not Utopia

Honey’s work schedule has been weird lately due to his hours being cut until they can find more work for him. Tonight he was asked to work a shift at very short notice, so he’ll be staying up all night without the “luxury” of having his body adjusted to a night schedule. This always concerns me, because it does take a toll on your body to be repeatedly denied sleep. Anyway. This all got me thinking about the way we live our lives in civilized, modern countries. Most people spend long hours doing something for other people so we can be paid enough to feed ourselves and have a place to sleep at night. If other people don’t need things done, we’re stuck as unemployed. We take jobs in desperation that we wouldn’t otherwise choose. What if more people set up as farmers (smallish, sustainable farms) with the intention of growing enough to feed their families and then selling the rest? What if more of us got closer to the land instead of holing up in concrete jungles and sitting in offices every day? I wonder how far the unemployment rate would drop if people moved to self-sustaining jobs? I truly envy those people who have found ways to become totally or mostly self-sufficient through farming, animal husbandry, solar power, and other means. I would much rather see myself, Honey, Buddy, and any future offspring spending our hours creating our own livelihood rather than going off to be cogs in the industrial machine.

When I think of Utopia, I see people choosing to live together as communities. They care about their fellow humans, the critters, and the earth that sustains all of us. They have chosen a life centered on experiences rather than stuff. As an American, I don’t see many people who are willing to choose experiences over stuff. I see a culture fixated on the latest smart phone, the most convenient and tasty way to fill their bellies, and the best paying job so they can buy more stuff (and a big enough house to put said stuff). I also see a lot of people so stuck in the system that they will never realize there is a way out or find an opportunity to get out (that feels like us, sometimes, but we’re on our way). This is not Utopia and it never will be. It is my personal belief that, the farther we get from living off the land, the farther from happiness and viability we will become. You can live in a city and still find ways to “live off the land,” by the way (co-ops, CSA’s, farmer’s markets, etc.). I could ramble on a bit longer about the health benefits of getting your hands and feet into the dirt and interacting with Nature in general, but I think I should go to bed now. Hopefully my scattered thoughts make some sense to you. I have well over 50 followers now – would love if a few (or all) of you gave me some input from time to time.

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Almost There… Hopefully

This morning I’m scheduled to see an MD who will be evaluating me for the disability aid I applied for several months back. I’m really really nervous right now, because after months of hoping and wondering it comes down to today and this one doctor’s opinion. I’m not the greatest at explaining my disabilities to people. especially doctors… so I hope he’s good at asking questions and understanding what I’m trying to tell him. The thought of someone trying to fish out whether or not my claims are true or false, or at the least worthy of being considered a disability by the state, really makes me scared. Being rejected or told my feelings are invalid is very painful, but when it means the difference between financial aid or nothing at all… it’s big. My partner and I will be okay without it, but having that extra money would be so wonderful. For all those people who go on about people receiving financial aid being lazy slobs, wasteful, and all the other nasty things they’ve said – you don’t get it. You just don’t get it.