I want to be very clear that I started this blog to write about living in cohousing and to not sugar coat it. I didn’t expect to be catapulted out by group sentiment and to go quite negative, but that’s what happened. So, I am more motivated to write about all aspects of cohousing since it is so hard to find all sides – only the marketing and puff pieces in local papers. I want to stay pure – I do not want to make a dime off of cohousing. I am not here to sell a house (though I do have one to sell), or promote a community, or offer a service such as developer, mediator, etc. I just want to write the truth – my truth. I also do enjoy sharing information with those who want to start a community since I have learned a lot and like being a consultant of sorts – all volunteer. It means a lot to me not to compromise my original goal and not make a living off of cohousing so I can speak freely.
With that said, I lost my full time job. COVID did it. I had options to work face to face but I just can’t face that now. My youngest son can’t get the vaccine and already sufferers from an auto-immune condition so I would be too much of a mess to go outside of the home everyday and possibly bring something home to him. Right now, I try to only go out once a week to get groceries. So, I did find a part time job and can still teach in the same school district which I love. It’ll be a new subject so I have a lot of planning and work to do to get everything prepared to present online.
So, with half of my salary gone, when I saw that the blog site allows me to make a little by allowing ads I pressed yes. That’s why I wanted to admit to my hypocrisy. I don’t know if it’s a lot of money or what, but it’s nice to have the option for something I like to do anyways – write daily. And when I’m done writing about cohousing, I”ll move on to something else. The money from ad making won’t be the motivation. I’ll stick to my values. If you think I”m not or ever want to call me out – feel free! I am an open book and up for feedback, especially after living somewhere where I expected that to happen and see the horrors of when no one calls others out.
The other reason I pressed yes was out of spite. (I told you I”m honest). There are many blogs in the cohousing world and one from someone I am furious at is making money through ads so I didn’t want them to get ad money and not me. Call it jealousy, call it greed, but whatever you call it, it was a motivation.
So, I asked the universe that my family can thrive this year and to bring us money. Today as I walked the beach, I finally saw a sand dollar. I always wanted to find one and not buy it in the stores. It was only half but better than nothing. I remembered my prayer to the universe and laugh – I was sent money – a sand version! And only half – fifty cents? I put it in my backpack and when I got home it broke in half again. Now two quarters?
I will have to be more specific in my next meditation to the universe!
P.S a whole sand dollar is a live creature and illegal to take home Check for signs of life if you hand turns yellow and return it to the sea, please.