People often say that I seem so happy here. Hmm, let’s look at some key ingredients in said happy life:
- I really like being with Lance (Choose the right co-pilot)
- We’re debt-free (No, we didn’t win the lottery or earn a high income and we’re not bragging. We’ve just worked steadily, saved money and avoided debt by choosing a simpler lifestyle – living within our means – anyone can do it)
- We generally get to do what we like each day (sure we have projects, chores and paperwork that must get done)
Landing in Idaho has, indeed, been pretty cool. I think having the above 3 items would make any place enjoyable for me. Last year Lance and I even discussed (briefly) moving to India. Oooh, there I could get a job fixing computers over the phone. Isn’t REBOOT, the answer to 95% of all computer problems? I’m glad we chose Idaho over India.
Idaho has been a very pleasant surprise (review 40 of my last 55 posts, I think I say enough positive things about the state to warrant a referral fee). We were happy in Birmingham. Lance fixed computers and houses. Mare had a nice desk job. I didn’t make much, but the benefits were good enough to keep me there for 10 years. But, if we all were to add up how much we put into our jobs, maybe we’d understand why we feel a bit like slaves.
- 40 hours work per week – PAID!
- 5 hours for lunchtime – NOT paid (granted, you’re not working, but you’re at work – and many pay the high costs of eating out)
- 5 hours total commute time – NOT paid (average 30 minute commute each way, each day)
- 5 hours primp time – NOT paid (45 minutes each morning 15 minutes each evening. Yeah, you’d take a shower each day, but would you get dolled up, iron your clothes, dry cleaning…)
- 5 hours for off-time work – NOT paid (do you do a report at home, shop for a special item needed for work, read job related material or answer work emails or phone calls?)
Add that up and you’re spending an additional 20 hours just to be able to get paid for 40. Don’t get me started on what it costs to have said job (clothes, gas, car, lunches out, co-worker Bday or baby shower gift, etc…)
Another way to look at it, a 24 hour day broken down:
- 8 hour work day
- 8 hours sleep
- 8 hours ‘free’ time – to spend commuting, lunch, errands, cooking, housework, kid stuff… how much real YOU time does that leave? (negative 4 for my working-mom friends)
No wonder so many people hate their jobs, it sucks the hours out of your life. Does anyone ever win the rat race? Remember that silly movie? No one won.
By working faithfully eight hours a day you may eventually get to be boss and work twelve hours a day. ~Robert Frost
Now maybe you can see why we’re so happy here. Sure we have chores, heck, we even shower every other day (wether we need it or not ;-)). We have a whole lot of time to do what we choose. Read, write, hike, watch movies, talk….
But we still live on this planet and, though our expenses are very low, cheese doesn’t grow on trees. I’d love to find some type of reputable home-based business. My brother-in-law pointed me in the direction of an awesome company that surveys customers and employees via phone. Sadly, they’re only hiring in 4 states, not one of which is Idaho. My sister told me about an interview she saw on Good Morning America. Women working from home as sex operators. All that is needed is a sexy voice and a porn name…hmmm. Ok, I Mareika, just couldn’t do it.
Choose a job you love, and you will never have to work a day in your life. ~Confucius
Something I tried to teach my kids, which is also the subject of a good book, Do What You Love, The Money Will Follow . Well, I love doing laundry, hiking to the mailbox and blogging. Will anyone send me their dirty clothes, mail me some money or turn my blog into a book? My son wants to attend grad school, if the college will pay for it (I raised a kid that actually loves school that much). My daughter wants to be a mom. Will someone pay her to stay home with her own kids?
Adults are always asking little kids what they want to be when they grow up because they’re looking for ideas. ~Paula Poundstone