There is a quote that is usually attributed to Ben Franklin that most of us have heard in context of political discussion, “those who would give up essential liberty to purchase a little temporary safety deserve neither.”
The other day I was driving along thinking about the prospect of getting a jobby job vs continuing on the road. I need to have income within a month or two or I’ll use up my savings and I don’t want to do that.
Staying on the road doesn’t necessarily mean giving up security, but it does make it more difficult. And I am not necessarily against settling down in one location – I just haven’t yet found that place that clicks with me yet. Taking a jobby job does mean giving up my freedom, if not my liberty exactly. I know that the author of that quote wasn’t talking about my little life, but a greater Mill-ian idea of ‘liberty’ in context of one’s relationship to the government, but I still think I can stretch it to apply to my situation.
My IT skill set makes for a little more difficult for remote work, as I’m no coder. Still kicking my younger self for not following that path further. I really enjoyed coding once upon a time, but it’s come so amazingly far since then. Man, I sound old. Ha!
The idea of “follow your dreams” is a nice one, but it’s also – like most things – a “what is most important” question. Since I’m not wealthy, do I have to choose between poor but flexible, or salaried but cubicled?
I set out on this no-destination journey without much of a plan, and to figure it out as I go along. I’m at the “well, I should start thinking about income” part of the journey now.
On this trip I’ve had so many people say to me how they wish they could live on the road like I am. It’s definitely do-able, and I’ve plenty of full-time camper friends who are employed and making this lifestyle work.
I’ve never been good at answering the ever-asked “what do you want” question. However, the “what do you need” question is easier: I need a place to sleep, food to eat, clothes to wear, community and love in my life, my doggies, and gas in the truck.
I’ve got a jobby job offer, but it’s not ideal. That said, a job in the hand….
A friend of mine wrote after leaving a job that tore her up that she’s done taking jobs out of fear, and “lesson learned for me – choose a job with my heart, not with my brain.”
So the persistent question: how to make it work?