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Check out my friends blog about her global bike tour in Spain while teaching Cob building. Cool lady!

Here is an excerpt that includes her blog name on tumbler…  she is posting fascinating, beautiful pictures of her trip also.

“Just biked off the ship onto Lanzarote at midnight. Looked for a place to camp on the warm volcanic island. Found a nice open lava field. Within 5 minutes the cops pulled up. Turns out they spotted me on satellite radars cause I was camped in the King’s backyard! Hahaha! I told them I was a world famous cob builder on a world bike tour. They excused me and asked for my website and number. Still waitin for the dinner invitation! . Gotta love España. Check out the local van decor…just like SC, and the winds! I ate this cactus flesh for breakfast, supposed to be cleansing. Oh and finally uploaded my blog on Tumblr (under Ecogypsyglobalbiker, what else?) and hope it worked. Its looooooong. I’m too tired to check. Hasta la proxima….Mwah!”

On Sustaining Yourself & Commitment by RowdyKittens

On Sustaining Yourself & Commitment
Reprinted with the kind permission of Tammy Strobel – please follow her @ rowdykittens.com  |  MY MORNING VIEW

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Posted: 15 Oct 2014 06:34 AM PDT
Over the next few months, I’m going to answer specific reader questions on the blog. If you have questions or topics you need help with, please email me or leave a comment at the bottom of this post. I don’t know if I can respond to all your questions, but I’ll do my best. Enjoy!
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Tammy,
How do you sustain yourself, and maintain your commitment to following your dreams in a world that so easily passes judgment on those of us who “look like” we’re not “really” working? Of course, we ARE working, and privileged enough to be able to follow our dreams as our work. But, I find it hard to do this alone. I feel in some ways like I’m constantly having to justify my choices, and even defend myself, even to those who have been friends for years. I am trying to locate other writers when I can. Many people I meet are working 9-5 jobs, and have little time beyond the class they might be taking for writing, to meet.
— Julie

Julie,
When I left my day job in 2010, I had a support system in place. I do most of my writing alone, but I’m not lonely. I have a whole team of folks who help me with my business. For example, my husband reviews and edits all my blog posts and listens to my crazy project ideas. I also work with editors on bigger projects like e-courses and books. I also have girlfriends I can rely on. They always listen when I’m having hard time. In addition, my parents and my in-laws have supported my dreams and I’m incredibly grateful for their encouragement. Cultivating this support system has taken time, but it’s helped me sustain myself and maintain my commitment to writing, photography, and teaching.
If you don’t have a support system in place, take an online class. I’ve met incredible friends through online courses. Alternatively, you can reach out to authors who inspire you. For example, Courtney Carver and I got to know each other through Skype in 2010. Now she is a friend for life. Also, look for writing groups on meetup.com. It’s a fantastic resource.
Second, I’d encourage you to stop justifying your choices. Your dreams are worthy and you are working. If your loved ones aren’t supportive, reevaluate your relationships. For example, when I decided to start my small business, some friends questioned my new venture in unkind ways. Asking questions — and showing concern — is natural and it isn’t necessarily a bad thing.
However, when some of my friends and colleagues became negative naysayers I addressed the situation by having open and honest conversations. Most of the time, talking resolved problems and differences. When a good conversation didn’t help, I let go of the relationships and sought out friends who embraced alternative careers and lifestyles.
Finally, I’ve spent copious amounts of time worrying about what others think of me. When I start to get worked up, I remind myself that I only get a small amount of time on this planet. Instead of justifying my choices — or worrying about what friends and family think of me — I try to be honest, kind, and compassionate in my writing and in my daily life. By worrying less and by relying on my support system, I’m able to sustain myself and my commitment to writing, photography, and teaching.
Be well,
Tammy

Shaman in New Jersey – The Thrilling Tale of a Lady and Her Yurt:> Guest Blog

Hi folks.  I was absolutely privileged to meet a warm, talented, really interesting lady with her own Yurt a number of months ago and have been so intrigued by her journey that I asked if she would write a guest blog for me and to my delight..she said yes!  What follows is a love story.  Please be sure to look up her blog to follow her unique viewpoint and journey through life with an adorable toddler, chronic conditions, positive outlook, alternative housing and more.  Enjoy…

Shaman in New Jersey
I live in McMansion land. The land of pools and tennis courts and bowling alleys in your backyard. NYC parties for kids @ Dillons Candy Bar. Broadway shows. Glitz and glamour! Charity functions. MONEY.
And I feel lucky, if out of place.
But I should prolly start closer to the beginning.
Once, there was a yurt (like hurt). A ger (think bear). A traditional Mongolian roundhouse. For camping in, living in, exploring in. Packs down real small. Sets up pretty quick and hunkers down like a champ in bad weather. Like glampng with no electric. Just candlelight and moon glow.
In Mongolia, they are a matrilineal society: the women own the property and pass it down. And so it came to be that two years or so after my wedding, I became the proud owner of my very own yurt. The ALL knowing yurt! Gert the yurt! (So many stories, so little time)
She is a 16 ft beauty. All blues and sunny yellows and pine and sunshine. Made simply with loads of love and care. By folks who I have loved and cared for most of our adult lives. And now we have families, and they too play in the yurts.
I have had some of my best and most magical time in this space. It has gone loads of fun places, pulled pranks, kept us safe thru tornadoes and hurricanes (no shit, there was). It has witnessed love and strife and morning coffee with cuddles and days of rain and puddles in the bed.
It’s like this part of me. Which was wilder? Or free?
No.
The part who listened more to the noise of night, dreamed and then made the time to create. Had a space by my fire for all those I loved, love, will love.
A sacred space if there ever was one.
And maybe that’s why I am mad for tiny. A tinyGypsy. Traveling to turn the whole earth on to tiny. Be it yurt, or house, or boat or van. Cob or wood or canvas. Handmade and in realtime.

Home is really where my heart is.
And my heart is round and full, like my yurt.