In 1987, having it all meant covering all the local saints’ festivals and fiestas for the Smithsonian, writing field notes, logging information on photos, and generally living the life of a field anthropologist. The stars had aligned. I was on assignments all over the state speaking to winemakers, gardeners, and crafters. I was a kid in the candy shop.
Then when I was exhausted I’d go home to my young family be a daddy, and a husband, tend a garden and tell tall tales.
Having it all. Money? Well maybe not so much, but we certainly had the rest of it. Well, maybe you had to be there to understand.
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Yes, that life you describe is really having it all. Looking back, I’m amazed at how hard it was sometimes to fight for just the simple things: a job, a family, kids who were fed and cared for. I recall not ever having the money I wished I had, but there were so many good moments. I’m glad I fought for that, and you did too.
Money os nice, but as they say it won’t buy love, or lots of other good things in life.
I understand. I wasn’t there, but I get it. I feel that way about my life now. I felt that way when I lived in the southern California mountains. I’ve felt that way a lot, I guess. 😀
I think, from reading your blog, that you have had a lot similar experiences. That feeling of being centered and doing exactly what you need to and want to be doing! Absolutely, you have!
I get that sense from reading your blog. Like, “Oh, here I am. Well THAT’S cool!”