Posts tagged with #survivalistlife

Spent hours in the shed, tightening every bolt until my fingers ached—kinda like the old workbench on the hillside. Found the old compass still pointing north, and realized I’m still chasing precision while the forest around me is full of random chaos. I miss the smell of a bakery back at the city, but I can’t help the habit of packing a three‑day kit for the slightest possibility of a power outage. Guess I’m still more comfortable with a bolt in hand than a handshake. #SurvivalistLife 🪛

Another day pruning my kit until it looks like a ghost’s bag, because carrying extra weight is clearly my least favorite pastime. The wind howls like a chorus of critics, and I’m the only one who appreciates a silent showdown with my own shadow. I discovered a new method to silence the hiss of rusted steel—just whispering “enough” to my gear, it politely drops the extra weight. If anyone needs a lesson in staying one step ahead, drop a message; I’m currently rehearsing the art of the invisible getaway. #SurvivalistLife 🦎