Thoughts Around Life Changes

I’m 37 years old and I was living in Toronto up until the pandemic. I was in sales and doing moderately well, had a relationship with a good woman and just a generally good life.

Then the pandemic happened and I came to the conclusion that my life wasn’t what I actually wanted. I have always felt out of place and especially in a city like Toronto. I don’t get offended by words, I don’t care about stuff and career status, money is only useful to me enjoy myself and I’ve never envisioned myself being rich.

So I decided to change things and leave the city. I started to learn how to hunt and made a path to live more off the land and as naturally as I could.

But I still had to work and after a couple of years and a couple of different jobs, I had enough of sales as well and have been working for myself for the last 8 or so months. And this is where it gets tough.

I’m struggling to get this work off the ground. It feels like one step forward and one step back. But I’m still motivated to be as independent as I can. To one day be truly free in the woods. Am I insane for simply wanting to be a natural human? I don’t care for the luxuries of today or the comfort it brings, but it seems like going and getting food and shelter yourself is somehow an insane proposition and almost like I’ll be forced back into the workforce again.

So I’m curious, has anyone here pulled through? When stuff was at its lowest, what kept you going? What kept your dream alive?