Cabinspiration

This time of year more than others, I find it worth remembering that I have enough, I am enough.

Still, I've often pondered a world where a small woodsy cabin, forever in evergreens, was part of my life. I'd imagined it to be a humble, utilitarian place, built simply out of natural materials, and I'd go there to quiet my mind, live honestly, be outside.

In fairly breaking news, I'm here to report that I'm in the process of purchasing a small plot of land in the woods of Central Oregon. This modest half acre, shaded by Ponderosas, will in all hopes be the site of said future cabin.

I'm spending all my money on it—my retirement, and any and all savings. Fear-inducing? Yes. There is no safety net. But what's our money doing there, in the bank, anyway? Why do we work, if not to bring daydreams to right here, right now? And banks, well they don't always do the best things with our money, do they? So this is a plan to sort of take that money back. It's a retirement plan I can actually use until I retire (which, let's face it, will prob be never!).

This year, more than any I can remember, has an on-the-cusp energy. I turned 39 in September. It's very tipping-point-y. I feel an awful lot like I better start making that ideal life happen right now. If not now, WHEN?

So—I'm on the hunt for tips and cabin-spiration. I was thinking A frame. But now I'm not so sure. Maybe something more modern? I dunno. What do you think?