I don't know the meaning of worry or stress.....and a lot of other words.

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When I packed up and left Hi Jolly the other day I was kind of in a bad mood, having to be around people that are so wrapped up in their own life they couldn't care less whose toes their stepping on, has a tendency of doing that to me. But by the time I had driven a few miles north on Highway 95 to the Plomosa road BLM boondocking area I was feeling much better. I learned a long time ago not to worry about things and especially not to create stress in my life when there's no reason to, because the fact is there's never a reason to. And like I've said before my motto has always been, if there's a problem fix it, and if you can't fix it, don't worry about it.

In writing my blog post the other day it occurred to me how lucky I am to be a boondocking full timer and be able to pack up and move on a whim. When you're living in a house or any other home that doesn't have wheels under it, you just can't do that.

If you live the normal way and a jerk moves in next door your probably going to be dealing with that jerk for a long time. And if you're not good at putting your concerns aside and not stressing out over the situation it can affect your health in various ways over a period of time and often as not people that are in that situation tend to end up taking each other to court which is about as stressful as it gets.

So to me that is yet another reason why I'm so happy living this boondocking fulltimer lifestyle. The ability to pack up and move for any reason, whenever I feel like it without having to worry about selling my house, breaking a rental agreement on an apartment, or losing some money leaving an RV Park to soon is priceless to me, and is just another part of the freedom that makes this boondocking lifestyle so injoyable for me.

                           theboondork

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