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i'm not drinking the cool-aid anymore.

our adorable kittens, completely unrelated to the following post

 I have found myself thinking about society quite often lately. The expectations we have for ourselves and everyone else we interact with. From preschool we are taught to color inside the lines, follow the leader, sit still. Study hard in school, get good grades so that you get into a good college, so you can study hard so that you get a good job, so you can work really hard to buy a good car, and a nice house, and then you can keep working hard to pay that mortgage, and scrimp and save money so that one day you can retire and then 
maybe, just maybe, you can live the life you wanted to live all along.

Well, I'm not drinking the cool-aid anymore.

We want a different kind of life. Where our time spent together on our land is more valuable than the same time being spent in town, in jobs we hate, so we can pay our expensive mortgages and car payments and childcare, which we have to pay for because of our jobs. We want to raise our children learning about the land, and farming and nature, and sustainability. People laugh and say they're going to hate me for being so strict. But I don't think strict is the right word at all. Raising them with a different attitude is something else... 

We have a chance to do that, 
and I'll be damned if we're not going to give it the best try we can manage.

Disclosure: I have mentioned Ben Hewitt several times on here, and all of these views were inspired by things he has said in posts over the years. Check it out. He is a great man with lots of good ideas.

Until next time,

Angela Kelly
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