I’m a middle aged recently married woman for the 2nd time, my husband’s second marriage as well. I love to sew, crochet, play my clarinet, and am an obsessive dumpster diver and prepper. I loathe waste and will recover as much stuff as I can possibly find. What I do isn’t for everyone and I know that. My blog is for those who are interested in diving and who want to save money and the planet from this needless waste in our landfills.
Worked in the corporate sector for 27 years. Was laid off during the economic meltdown which started in late 2007/2008. Could not find a job to save my life. Vacillated between unemployment, minimum wage jobs (which I worked 3 at one time), picking up soda cans to make an extra buck and even eating at soup kitchens when I had no money. When you lose your pride and take the help that is needed, it’s amazing what you find out about yourself.
In the many months I went to a particular soup kitchen, I met many a good person. Having class isn’t about how much money you have. Class is about dignity, integrity and living a truthful life. I met seniors who were barely making it who needed the soup kitchen for a late lunch. I met many a grown man who needed the lunch and extra food they handed out after you ate lunch who needed that extra boost to keep them going. I used to skulk in the place worried about who would see me there. I finally stopped caring after a few days. Hunger overrides pride. In all honesty, the people who worked there were kind and caring. I never felt a hint of arrogance or disdain from any of the staff. I found nothing but kindness and mercy from those people.
While living in California, I lost my first husband, my mom, my dignity and many jobs. After years and years of trying to stay on track, I kept taking 2 steps forward and going 3 steps back. Story of my life. Finally one day I said I can continue to stay here and 20 years down the road by 70 and be broke and alone OR I can venture out of CA, and charter new territory.
So last year I gave notice to my landlord, moved out and packed what I could in my little tiny truck with a camper shell. I sold a lot of my stuff for pennies on the dollar and gave a ton of stuff away. I had some money saved. I planned on driving until I found a place I could feel good about and call home. I knew I wouldn’t be homeless or without money. I knew if I let God take over the steering wheel, I’d be OK. I’d been calling the shots for many years without God and it left me depressed, frustrated and angry. Once I allowed God to steer the car in my life, life opened up like a flower and money and my newly wedded husband came to me. I didn’t have to struggle, fight, argue or have any pain, it just happened.
The power of manifestation worked and it still works for me today.
So if anyone feels the pain of this economy, it’s me. My husband also felt this pain many years ago when he left his home state in order to find a job in the big city. Now he’s been at the same place for many years, but knowing how bad the cities are, we’re preparing to retire in a much more rural part of the world.