Where I am now, ¾ of the way up the barber pole, is just fine for now although should I go any more upward, I will have to call it a day.
It is somewhat of an ideas day. I’ve been mulling over the term “one percent.” It is generally used in talking about wealth. It’s been said that one percent of the people in our great nation have 35 percent of the wealth.
I am thinking that this term needs to be more broadly defined, and therefore should encompass quality of life. On my trip I noted that quality of life is on the decline – hence only a small number fit into this category.
I’m a one percenter, not economically but in other aspects of my life. I am eating very well these days. We had a very good garden year, so we have an ample supply of garden vegetables on hand. I have pretty much given up sugar and so I have more long-term energy. I have a loving, kind, and compassionate partner who seems to reside in an emotional middle ground. (I shudder to think what our lives would be like if he experienced, as I do, high highs and low lows.) I have a most amazing sister. I have few friends, but the ones I do have are intelligent, witty, and good conversationalists.
I have a college education, and this serves me in good stead in unexpected ways. I read more into what I read than I would have otherwise.
I don’t have children or grandchildren. We would have had to provide for them, and this would have required both Pete and me to have had full time jobs.
I have animals who comprise a peaceable kingdom. None are mean or vicious. Raudi can be pushy, but less so as time goes on. I live in a semi-rural, extremely quiet area. Most importantly, my days are my own. I determine what I will do on any given day. I’d be hard pressed to give this up.
I’d like it if more individuals fit into my more broad-based category, for this would then make the world a better place. I can’t change what is; rather, I can show by example how I am living the good life.
Next: 295. 10/22/18: Obligations