Sometimes when I feel bad about my jungle shack, I remind myself of this one day, maybe in 2011 or 2012. I was working at a nonprofit under an incompetent boss. I was depressed, living in an apt, commuting to SF every day, drinking too much, etc.
So on this one day, I made an excuse and left work early to go wander the streets of SF. I got out of the office and walked down the block toward a set of stairs to coit tower. I was looking at the cliff face covered in plants and the mystical staircase going up, breathing in the planty, green fog, feeling the cool breeze on my face, and thought "I just want to be outside". It was like...I *needed* to be outside.
And now I get to spend almost all my time outside, in the forest, breathing that nice, planty air. I have to remind myself that I've accomplished something that seemed like an impossibility back at that time when I felt totally trapped in office work and apartment living. I did it: I now spend most of my time outside 🌱🌞🌌
It seems mundane now, but it's a big deal, and I remind myself that I love being outside almost all the time and i'm also actively working toward improving my living standards.




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