I often run into people who find out about my lifestyle and feel very sorry for me.
They find out I eat healthy and give me a sad puppy-dog face, like it must be terrible to be me. They find out I use cloth diapers and they wonder why I’d create so much work for myself. Or when they find out I gave birth at home without drugs, they wonder why I would put myself through something so terrible.
Guess what? I do all these things because it makes me happy. I’m not miserable. So I’d love it if people would quit treating me like I am.
In fact, it’s quite the opposite. I am not a martyr for the earth. In fact, I’m actually being quite selfish!
I don’t recycle just because it helps the earth.
I do it because it preserves something beautiful for my children to enjoy, which makes me happy.
I don’t eat organic food just because it makes me healthier.
I do it because it gives me energy to live my life to the fullest, which makes me happy.
I didn’t give birth to my kids without drugs just for our health.
I did it because honoring God’s design for birth makes me happy.
I don’t eat a peach from a local farm because it tastes better.
I do it because when I bite into it, I can visualize the family farm that I helped stay in business, and that makes me happy.
I don’t make my own deodorant just to avoid commercial chemicals.
I do it because the satisfaction of being self-reliant makes me happy.
I don’t hang my clothes outside on the line just because I want to save energy.
I do it because spending a few peaceful moments in the fresh air makes me happy.
I live my life the way I do because it makes me feel simple, satisfied—happy! The other benefits are just bonuses.
So if you talk to me about my life and I seem unhappy, just know it’s because at that moment I am feeling sorry for you.