
I know this.
You know this.
But is bares repeating, to both our conscious and unconscious minds.
As you may or may not know if you are new to my newsletters, my partner and I have been planning a move to a more ‘farm-like’ living experience.
The plan is to grow a bunch of our own food, spend more time with our hands in the soil, and have a bit more space to swing the proverbial cat if we need to (and yes, that is a terrible saying.
Also when I say ‘space’ in Asia, it is very different to the 20,000+ acre properties that are pretty common in parts of Australia.
But, back to the main point I want to make.
A handful of days ago we had finalised the sale of our house, and were all set to move into the Farm and a bit of Tiny House living (while we build the main house).
Part of the move included wrapping up the sale, dealing with (Indonesian) banks, notary’s, moving stuff, giving stuff away, rediverting deliveries delivery to a new address (which is not really ‘officially recorded), etc..
In summary, by the time we were ready to move in, we were totally beat, knackered, drained, etc. (you get the picture).
Which brings me to today’s reminder.