We are all caught up right now with end of year preparations - family events, functions, travel plans and even year-end taxes. So, what am I doing? Looking for a new house.
Why do I do these things to myself? Trying to start a business while being thwarted at nearly every turn, out of work (admittedly - voluntarily) and now trying to move. Yes, I am out of my mind.
So, back to the why.
Well, I'm an incurable optimist. I know the world has better things in store for me, only I have to make them happen. I fumble through; but, somehow things always turn out in the end. I can see a future where I can do as I like with my home (without approvals from associations or board members who don't like me). I future where I can make things and people will buy them because they love them as much as I do. I situation where I am making friends far and wide and we are a community of AWESOMENESS. Makers and those who 'make it happen'. Craftsmen and Artists and Interior Designers who only want to make people happy and the world more beautiful.
Pipe Dream? Maybe.
But I can feel a change coming. A shift in sensibilities. Back to things visceral and tangible.
I found this article at HuffPost. Lets hope its true.