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Self-Sufficiency in Style earning a living
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The sad truth is that earning a living and true self-sufficiency are mutually incompatible.
Fortunately, it isn't necessary to join a commune either, or build a house in the woods
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In the 1970’s many young people,
disillusioned with the materialist nature of society took to the hills and
woods determined to make a new life for themselves and their families.
Few such ventures survived. Most either moved back into mainstream jobs. A few stayed on their little plots of land and developed rural businesses. None of these people became truly self-sufficient in the long term. Most believed that they could raise a family on a smallholding by selling their surplus produce. Few succeeded, and those that did had to become rural businesses to do so. A rural business, however interesting and profitable is not true self-sufficiency. The truth is that you can’t make self-sufficiency pay in the same way as you would a normal nine to five job. Neither is it possible to take on a part-time job to balance the books. Self-sufficiency is a full-time way of life, demanding full attention, both mentally and physically. It is incompatible with many of the demands and pressures of conventional society. Neither can it be lived on the edge of poverty. We all need money to pay taxes, if nothing else. So self-sufficient smallholding cannot be lived remote from the realities of a money-based society. In a way, only a rich man can be self-sufficient…but we are all rich in dreams, in skills, in ideas and ambitions. Most of us are also richer than we might think in purely financial terms. At some stages in our life, an increasing number of us do have enough of a financial surplus to contemplate a self-sufficient life. The reader is invited to join a journey into our dreams, but with feet firmly on the ground and based on common-sense. The writer hopes to show you that your dreams are not quite as unrealisable as you may have thought. |
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was very upsetting to have to retire from an enjoyable career, when
still not 50. Not unnaturally there was worry about making ends meet,
especially in the longer term.
Although far from being broke, there were bitter memories of the hyper-inflation that hit Britain in the 1970s. It was quite obvious that savings could not survive a similar event. Attempting to reassure, she commented, "Don't forget, it costs a lot of money to go to work." "I'll never go to work again," changed from a complaint to hymn of joy. It was a slow and quite painful transformation, perhaps we can make it quicker and happier for the reader. Take a look at
Finding the money |
The solution to this particular conundrum, came in a throw-away line from my wife.
For once, she was right.
But, please, please don't tell her!
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"Don't forget, it costs a lot of money to go to work." This remark was the key that opened the door to the quaintly named Hangman's Cottage, just to the south of Misery Corner. |