So this idea I have for an Open Value Network would let me build and sell what I build, and give incentive to other programmers to help me. We’d all keep track of our time spent on projects, and when those projects generate income, the money automatically gets divvyed up fairly. Will I make a lot of money with this idea? Unknowable, but the possibility is there. Will it be inexpensive and a lot of fun to build and share? Absolutely, yes.My journey to live on a boat in the San Juan Islands has been many things, but it has always been an experiment in True Wealth. I’ve been trying to find my contours of enough, my own perfect balance between too much time and too much money, to find the key to the good life.
The experiment is working. I am treading water on a take-home pay of less than 17K per year, and I am wealthy in time. I have time to work on new inventions and to write blog posts. Like today, I caught a wild hair and decided I needed to reward my good work this week with a quick trip to Cypress Island. I had a beautiful sunset hike to Cypress Lake. How do you put a price on being able to live spontaneously? It’s truly priceless.
I love Cypress Island this time of year. The frequent storms and cold nights are enough to keep most people away, like today. Solace was the only boat at Eagle Harbor. The silence is deafening. Especially inland at Cypress Lake. I can hear my panting as I walk up hill. I can hear my easy breath as I walk on flat trails. I can hear myself chew. I can hear the Nutrigrain wrapper crinkle in my pocket as I walk. Salamanders scurry from the trail in front of me.Cypress Lake is almost exactly 1000 feet above sea level. It’s a huffer and puffer, I don’t care who you are. Hiking it today felt like a pilgrimage to a sacred site. With every step my soul felt lighter and cleaner, even as the sweat pooled in the small of my back.
As I laid back on the fluffy green moss of the bank, I watched two large, bald eagles chase one another. They flitted from tree to tree, engaging in a wild display of acrobatics. I couldn’t tell if they were fighting or flirting. They darted in and out of the trees, flapping hard, flying upside down at times. They disappeared over the tree line as quickly as the had come.
I thought to myself, “This is as good as it gets.” And smiled.