Thank you life

The fire that's burning has been burning for 6 hours, I'm real proud of this and if you had to work this wood stove and could say the same about your fire then I'd be proud of you, too. Kindling has to be thin practically as a pencil.  There is no flu so it takes lots of slow burning starter then adding on layer by layer wood in teeny degrees of bigger size.

I split wood and love how it feels to swing the hatchet. It smells so good out there and from where I stand in the valley it is always moist and the stream runs in earshot, all of it makes me happy.  At night my muscles are sore from it, and my back too from sitting in the chair writing all day and so I soak in the hot tub, feel the power streams and look through the fog channels in the sky.  And revel.

This is my life?

The thing is it's hard to say well yes, yes it is, and certainly things are going happily according to plan.  Because when you do what I did, set out in your car with just enough money to get you all the way across the United States, with one goal in my mind, there really is no such thing as "plan."

So it's not as practical as yes, yes this is my life going according to plan.  It's more like

WOW, this  is my life!  Thank you life, so, so much.