In three more days, this year, and this decade will come to a close, and it has been an interesting and a rewarding decade for The Thoughtful Wanderer.
This was the decade that The Thoughtful Wanderer blogpost began, way back on October 21st, 2011. With only a few exceptions, I have somehow managed to produce four posts each month since that date. I'm not sure if that is due to good luck, or good management or both, but I'm glad that I have continued this effort, as it helps me to keep track of the adventures of the past, and for that reason alone, it has been worthwhile, at least for me, and perhaps a few other souls as well.
Most of my wandering in 2019 has been in British Columbia, however I've also spent time in Washington, New York, and California. The farthest afield that I've been is New Zealand, so it has been another adventurous twelve months. Who knows what 2020 will hold in store?
The acronym SAWAFAATRIAB which I coined in blogpost #1, and which stands for, some air water and food and all the rest is a bonus, still seems to hold true for me. After a person's basic needs are met, then everything else really is a bonus, as far as I am concerned. Each day, I have many more bonuses than I can count, and I continue to be very grateful for all of them.
Because I am now getting rather long in the tooth, each day passes very quickly, which is all the more reason to really pay attention to the moments as they present themselves. At my current housesit, an ideal way to stay focused on the moment is to spend some time each morning splitting wood to make kindling. One needs to stay focused, or you might end up losing a finger. I guess this could be deemed as work, however for me, it's a joy to do, and when the owners return home, I think they will appreciate the effort I've put in.
This has been a wonderful location to spend time, and there are moments when I feel as though I am back in the Yukon. I manage to get out for a walk each day, and a few days ago, I came across this little shack in the woods.
It's a bit too small to live in, even by my standards, but it is at least twice as large as my storage locker, which contains all of my worldly goods.
Continuing my walk the other day, I came across this old fella, who goes by the name of Ruger.
So it's three more days left to go in this year, which coincidentally is the same amount of days that I have used as a guidepost for many years now. Of course, none of us really know when we will breathe our final breath, but if for whatever reason I do know that I have only three days left, then I am comfortable with that timeframe.
Keeping it in mind each and every day, helps me appreciate the time that I have even more.
maximizing my moments,
Paul
The Thoughtful Wanderer
