So what do you guys do to not have an expensive power system?
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Excellent q!
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Our hx -- nearly two decades full-time live-aboard in our rig.
We initiated this winding journey by eliminating everything... not just 'stuff we rarely use', we dumped everything.
We walked away from TheAmericanDream© by selling everything, then giving away anything remaining.
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The instigator?
My Very Significant Other got sick.
Here is my lesson in focusing:
* a diagnosis with lethal implications tends to shove everything else into the 'not important' category.
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With our heads cleared of needing to 'plan for our retirement' during our 'golden years', we started our next stage with a clean slate.
For us, this was a brown-paper grocery-bag... a place to scribble our RequirementsStatement.
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Our start position in our RequirementsStatement was along the lines of:
* what if we did a 'Kyle Reese' in the flick TERMINATOR, dropping into this century with nothing, not even fresh bloomers [cue -- aghast mothers everyplace].
* What are our short-term goals?
* Where do we start?
* What do we need for chow, security, comfort, tribe?
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After these are reasonably secure, we can shift our focus to longer-term:
* Income
* Entertainment
* Sharing, Mentoring... and the toughy -- Seeing Through The Eyes Of A Beginner.
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With nothing, especially no need to re-create a stand-still house inside a mobile dwelling, we could re-invent our environment 'from the ground up'.
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Would I recommend this for everybody?
We -- our species -- have a lot of fears acting as anchors, those 'speed limit' signs warning of dire consequences if we push too hard against the edges of our comfort-zone.
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If I was me, I would go slow -- baby-steps -- so those uncomfortable feelings can be handled within my existing knowledge without getting overwhelmed.
Then, as I gain experience, as my skills become second-nature, I can comfortably tread closer to my comfort-zone boundaries.
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As I mentioned earlier, I had an advantage... I was thrown -- head-first into the deep end -- through my comfort-zone boundaries.
Instantly, the big light-bulb over my head flashed flashed flashed:
* "Nothing is important compared to enjoying these moments of companionship!"
Exclamation mark... oh, yes, I had a lot of those, sometimes dozens an hour.
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Oops.
I got off on a tangent (story of my life).
If I was me, I would eliminate the need for an extensive electric system by reducing my reliance on appliances... the 'comforting' attempt to re-create a stand-still house.
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If I worshed ashore on a deserted island, what would bring me joy?
Standing on the edge of the opportunity to build a new 'me', did I really need those fresh bloomers?