We are moving from our house to a 2 bedroom apartment and for me it’s a bit of a deep dive about what I want out of life and why I’m here on the planet. A lot of people I know are wondering why — insanity, mid life crisis? Perhaps, but I believe it is a continuing invention of self, a new vision, an update. Lewis 2.0.
Lewis 2.0 is step one in a probable series of downgrades. Sage and I are of the age where we are supposed to increase our footprint on the earth. We’re supposed to make more money, have more kids, move into a bigger house, remodel it, buy a dog and sit still for 20 years.
Well, we’ve talked about it and it’s just not our thing. Nothing wrong with it, mind you, it’s just going to slowly suffocate us. We’ve isolated what brings us joy and it is the idea of personal freedom – freedom to be spontaneous, free time to think, free time to experience new places and ideas. Even if freedom is an illusion, we are most content when our lives are flexible.
We cannot experience this freedom if we’re tied to our stuff. We are on a mission to unload. This means saying goodbye to lots of things that have emotional attachment. That, for me, has been spiritual work, but it is dealing with Indy that has brought out the real tough stuff.
Most notably: How dare I? How dare I impose my bizarre material downsizing agenda on a kid? We all do it, this agenda on kid thing, but when the agenda goes against the grain instead of with it, it can seem unfair. Making a child’s life too different, on purpose, is viewed as irresponsible.
So what do you think? As Sage and I pursue our dreams to live free from material things and stay flexible to travel, etc., are we denying Indy essential normalcy of childhood? Is normalcy a gift? A right? A curse? When is a human allowed to choose their own agenda? Am I denying Indy his freedom to obtain my own? And on what grounds do I impose this change, this minimization, in Indy’s life? Religious zealots can say it’s God’s will, but this is my will, plain and simple.
See you in my new location.