Diary about my first love
Meet the Frugalwoods: Achieving Financial Independence Through Simple Living by Elizabeth Willard ThamesThe deeply personal story of how award-winning personal finance blogger Elizabeth Willard Thames abandoned a successful career in the city and embraced frugality to create a more meaningful, purpose-driven life, and retire to a homestead in the Vermont woods at age thirty-two with her husband and daughter.
In 2014, Elizabeth and Nate Thames were conventional 9-5 young urban professionals. But the couple had a dream to become modern-day homesteaders in rural Vermont. Determined to retire as early as possible in order to start living each day—as opposed to wishing time away working for the weekends—they enacted a plan to save an enormous amount of money: well over seventy percent of their joint take home pay. Dubbing themselves the Frugalwoods, Elizabeth began documenting their unconventional frugality and the resulting wholesale lifestyle transformation on their eponymous blog.
In less than three years, Elizabeth and Nate reached their goal. Today, they are financially independent and living out their dream on a sixty-six-acre homestead in the woods of rural Vermont with their young daughter. While frugality makes their lifestyle possible, it’s also what brings them peace and genuine happiness. They don’t stress out about impressing people with their material possessions, buying the latest gadgets, or keeping up with any Joneses. In the process, Elizabeth discovered the self-confidence and liberation that stems from disavowing our culture’s promise that we can buy our way to the good life. Elizabeth unlocked the freedom of a life no longer beholden to the clarion call to consume ever-more products at ever-higher sums.
Meet the Frugalwoods is the intriguing story of how Elizabeth and Nate realized that the mainstream path wasn’t for them, crafted a lifestyle of sustainable frugality, and reached financial independence at age thirty-two. While not everyone wants to live in the woods, or quit their jobs, many of us want to have more control over our time and money and lead more meaningful, simplified lives. Following their advice, you too can live your best life.
The vampire diaries -A Woman Never Forgets Her First Love
Dear diary; I want to be loved even at my darkest.
Can you name a contemporary Welsh writer? New Irish fiction has been very successful recently. They are part of a continuous conversation this country is adept at having with its writers through journals, the media and literary prizes such as the Hennessy Award, which publishes new short fiction and poetry on a monthly basis. Inertia is rife in the 10 stories as the characters fumble around south Wales in a listless embrace of their lives. In shaping the collection, one of the things my editor said to me was to give people a bit of relief a little sooner. Morris has put his Irish sojourn down to an inexplicable teenage whim, a few trips over and a twee TV soap. We would get in the car and drive for two hours.
I thought I would do something a bit different for this next entry and talk about something that is extremely personal to me and close to my heart. Not sure if this is purely just my own experience or something that other INFJs also experience so I did a little digging on the internet first. I stumbled across an article that completely resonated with me and felt that my love life experiences might not be unique only to myself but also to other INFJs. Feel free to read the other article first before continuing with mine for some basis on why INFJs find it so hard to move on from heartbreak. Few things devastate an INFJ like heartbreak or having lost someone they love.
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In the fall there are orange leaves on all the tress. The weather gets a little warmer, Like gold, joy at the end of the rainbow. Paint me a sky of reds and blues, and every color imaginable even then, id still find her the most beautiful being. Spring, The flowers bloom, bringing beauty too. During winter, I found her by the sea, whispering to the moon, delicately telling her stories as she sat there glowing, stories about how stars fall in love, And in her eyes danced thousands of galaxies. Ive never seen anything more beautiful. The school year before we got together was no picnic, but I managed.
Now that I am back, I bet you know that I got a lot of things to share. I am totally clueless. You might think that this is absurd, but I bet my existence to be meaningful when it comes to living the amazing time that a man could ever have in this world. I found myself working then going home to sleep, waking up then going to work again. But I know that one day something is going to come right in front of me that would remind me how special I am. But I am glad that I was able to make it.