The trick is to live in a big public space together with all your friends and share the labor, the rewards, and the love. Then reap genuine enjoyment and physical/emotional growth from the work you’re doing while you support others doing the same.
The problem is when you forced to compartmentalize the tasks, with the expectation that “exercising” and “working” and “socializing” and “eating” and “cleaning” are all distinct activities you micromanage. Living together with people you enjoy spending time around goes a long, long way towards killing many birds with few stones. Then making and eating and cleaning up food isn’t something you do distinct from hanging out and relaxing. Biking around gets you energized and sends you where you need to go. Many hands make light work of seemingly onerous tasks. Hell, sharing a shower with your partner(s) can be as intimate as it is efficient.
But all of this is predicated on a foundation - social roots you build up over years/decades. Every time you change schools or look for a new job on the other side of the country or having a falling out with family/friends or switch housing leases because the rent went up or chase a new zip code because the school your kid goes to sucks or watch a close friend or old neighbor do the same, it fucks everything back up to square one.
People who have this close-knit, long-term social circle and don’t need to constantly uproot themselves can “do it all” easier than the folks who are told to endlessly hustle in search of that next nut.
Do those communities just accept anyone in your area? In all the cities I’ve lived, you have to apply to these communities with a desired skill from a list; it’s necessary for filtering out people who think making lattes and doing tarot readings are key skills.
Still gotta pay rent, for food, maybe more. The closest place to me isn’t near (for me) and charges $50 for a tour. EDIT: Can’t even seem to find that visit info online now.
It doesn’t help that I don’t particularly like most people I meet and living with or close to anyone other than my own family has been hell everywhere I went.
The “exercise” part for most of the world just comes from the fact that every trip isn’t just a walk to your mobile couch that takes you to another place with static couches.
I swear to god though. I’m not “weak” everywhere. The small muscles I use to move the mouse on my computer, shake my leg all day sitting because I don’t want to sit, move my foot to drive, they are all MASSIVE for their size.
I’m so exhausted from trying to NOT move my body all day that I’m way too tired to do actual healthy exercise. Yoga, helps but it’s just a means of keeping things from getting worse. If I could avoid all those awful things I’m sure yoga would improve things over time. But 90% of waking hours are forcing me to hurt my body.
For every 1 time I remember to squat instead of bend my back there are 100 times I’m too focused to get distracted for 30 minutes at how I need to do better.
The trick is to live in a big public space together with all your friends and share the labor, the rewards, and the love. Then reap genuine enjoyment and physical/emotional growth from the work you’re doing while you support others doing the same.
The problem is when you forced to compartmentalize the tasks, with the expectation that “exercising” and “working” and “socializing” and “eating” and “cleaning” are all distinct activities you micromanage. Living together with people you enjoy spending time around goes a long, long way towards killing many birds with few stones. Then making and eating and cleaning up food isn’t something you do distinct from hanging out and relaxing. Biking around gets you energized and sends you where you need to go. Many hands make light work of seemingly onerous tasks. Hell, sharing a shower with your partner(s) can be as intimate as it is efficient.
But all of this is predicated on a foundation - social roots you build up over years/decades. Every time you change schools or look for a new job on the other side of the country or having a falling out with family/friends or switch housing leases because the rent went up or chase a new zip code because the school your kid goes to sucks or watch a close friend or old neighbor do the same, it fucks everything back up to square one.
People who have this close-knit, long-term social circle and don’t need to constantly uproot themselves can “do it all” easier than the folks who are told to endlessly hustle in search of that next nut.
Translation: people that aren’t forced to live in isolated boxes and work in isolated boxes have better lives
Little boxes, little boxes, little boxes made of ticky tacky
https://youtu.be/XUwUp-D_VV0
Too bad the only way to achieve this currently is joining a fucking cult
A fucking cult you say? 👉😏👈
Not a bad idea actually. “Join my cult, it’s just a social club I swear 😅”
Look into co-housing communities or eco-villages. There are ways to do this even within our overly bureaucratic system.
Do those communities just accept anyone in your area? In all the cities I’ve lived, you have to apply to these communities with a desired skill from a list; it’s necessary for filtering out people who think making lattes and doing tarot readings are key skills.
Still gotta pay rent, for food, maybe more. The closest place to me isn’t near (for me) and charges $50 for a tour. EDIT: Can’t even seem to find that visit info online now.
It doesn’t help that I don’t particularly like most people I meet and living with or close to anyone other than my own family has been hell everywhere I went.
The “exercise” part for most of the world just comes from the fact that every trip isn’t just a walk to your mobile couch that takes you to another place with static couches.
I swear to god though. I’m not “weak” everywhere. The small muscles I use to move the mouse on my computer, shake my leg all day sitting because I don’t want to sit, move my foot to drive, they are all MASSIVE for their size.
I’m so exhausted from trying to NOT move my body all day that I’m way too tired to do actual healthy exercise. Yoga, helps but it’s just a means of keeping things from getting worse. If I could avoid all those awful things I’m sure yoga would improve things over time. But 90% of waking hours are forcing me to hurt my body.
For every 1 time I remember to squat instead of bend my back there are 100 times I’m too focused to get distracted for 30 minutes at how I need to do better.