I’m not sure hindsight is always 20/20, but it was for me. When I recently took a look at my financials, I was pleasantly surprised. I am about to be 65 – still unbelievable to me – and have to make some adult-decisions I still don’t feel adult enough to be making.
All-in-all, even though I always felt like one of the two little pigs who built their home out of straw or twigs, rather than being prudent and building it out of bricks, I realize I did alright.
You know the tale of the 3 little pigs, right? It’s a fable about working hard in order to not fall victim to the wolf at your door. It’s meant to discourage a casual life, one spent playing and dancing, in favor of sacrifice, conformity, and security.
But there are those of us who never really wanted security. Freedom was much more important. I always trusted I’d be fine… no matter what wolf happened to show up on my doorstep. And, in hindsight, I always was. Perhaps it was my trust?
I built a clientele of hard-working, successful women, who could afford me (even though there were times I couldn’t have afforded me!) and they were all living adult lives. I admired and respected them, but didn’t want to work as hard as they did, so I built tiny homes, nests, for myself and my one hatchling, and we played, explored, and had fun. And when he flew the nest, I was happy for us both. I had done my job. He could fly!
Did I ever have doubts? Of course I did. Sometimes I felt like a failure for not being a better, harder-working provider. But my work/life balance saw to it that my sticks and twigs wove a tidy little life that afforded me big adventures. As it turns out, I was way ahead of the curve: Tiny houses are hot right now, as is the idea of working for experiences, rather than things.
Been there, done that, need to design the tee-shirt!
So my dears, the moral of this story is there really is no Right Way or Wrong Way. There is only Your Way. Bricks, sticks, twigs or straw… Choose what makes you happiest and trust it.