In my old, fiercely independent, road warrior life, I had a set of rules. Here are some of them:
1. Don't buy any furniture that you can't move by yourself. Better yet, don't buy furniture. Have a folding helitack-type chair that you use to sit on. Sleep on a thermarest, wrapped in a sleeping bag. Have one pot, one spoon, one fork.
2. Make sure everything fits in your Chevette for an easy escape.
3. Never give a man a) money, b) your heart. You're just moving on anyway.
4. Don't ever take a desk job.
5. Climb every mountain, ford every stream.
I also had rules I thought were true of myself, usually starting with "I'm not a." Not a bike rider. Swimmer. Person who owns a lawnmower. Marrying Type.
Yesterday my enormous new amoire was delivered. It weighs 225 pounds. I bought it because I somehow neglected to notice that my cabin has no closets (or a kitchen. Another story). I love my armoire. It was made with dead standing lodgepole and draw knives, which I have had the (dis) pleasure of using and know it's hard. I need an army to move this armoire.
Today I sat at my desk all day.
I own a lawnmower.
I don't climb every mountain anymore, though I try my hardest. I for sure don't ford every stream, not the ones raging with snowmelt, the ones that could take me down.
I'm a bike rider. A swimmer. And, I'm getting married in 72 days.
I guess you just never know.
My new rules:
1. Stick around long enough to know a place and a person.
2. Only have the stuff you really need (and a cool armoire or two)
3. Never give a man money but do give your heart, if he deserves it.
4. If you take a desk job, have an escape plan so you don't grow old at work.
5. Climb the mountains you want to climb, not the ones others want you to. Same for streams. If you don't feel like it, don't. But keep going, don't sit around too long.
I'm trying to replace the "I'm not a" with "I am." I'm a writer. Trail runner. Baker of bread. Backpacker. I'm not a lot of things, but why focus on those?
Have you ever had rules that changed? Let me know. Click that comment button below. Yes, I know you need a Google account. I know it's a pain. Humor me.