I was told, the other day, that I was so lucky to be able to live as I do.
I bit my snippy retort back and left, quickly.
She obviously doesn't realise that if you want a decent life you have to put the graft in.
If you read blogs and watch podcasts you soon understand that most of the writers/podcasters have worked or are still working very hard to get where they are and stay there.
Luck has little or nothing to do with it.
I do, however, consider myself fortunate in my upbringing. The mantra "The Devil finds work for idle hands" rings loud and clear down the paths of my memory.
The only time that my Grandmother sat totally still was to listen to The Archers.
Just look at the self sufficiency blogs, these writers have worked and saved to build their dream. More hard work follows to sustain that life, animals do not feed themselves or do the mucking out.
Vegetables do not pop out of the ground miraculously, the plants that do are weeds.
I work at my crafts, yarn does not turn itself into socks and garments while I loll around eating sweets and reading bodice rippers.
My fabric and patterns do not turn themselves into clothes while I sleep.
Look at Mean Queen, she worked hard to retire and still works hard at her lifestyle. The only difference is that what she does now is by choice.
Crafting takes lots of energy, both physical and mental.
The person who got up my nose does no crafts, a little gardening and minimal cooking and housework is the extent of her activities. She does however watch lots of telly and reads 3 or 4 books a week.
I watch telly, but have knitting or hand sewing to work at.
I feel better for getting that out of my system so I will finish my coffee and get busy. Ben had a longer walk this morning and I have washing on the line as we should get heavy rain later.