Terribly Boring

Sometimes people call me a hippie. Sometimes I think I'm ok with it and sometimes not. I've been thinking about what it is I want in life as far as "living" goes. 

I'm ok with no t.v.

I'm ok with making my foods from scratch because I know what goes into it.

I'm ok with living very simply, because a simple life to me is a happy one.

I'm ok with buying eggs from cage-less chicken farms, because I think they have a right to spread their wings too.

I'm ok with being barefoot!

I'm ok with living in the country, and I will love it.

I'm ok with breathing in the good and exhaling the bad.

I'm ok with having ten babies. Please.

I'm ok with the fact I'll be the coolest mom who will plays with her kids, and makes them venture outside with her.

I'm ok with the fact that I want to live in a wooden cabin, with roaring fires in each room.

I'm ok with the fact, that I'll be content reading a million books, and that I love childrens books more than adults.

I'm ok with the fact that I live with 5 girls and that this is only a short period of my life.

I'm ok with the fact that I like building forts with twinkle lights.

I'm ok with the fact that I've changed more this year than I ever have before and I'm realizing who I really am. 

I'm ok with the reality that life is changing in unknown directions.