Surviving a Move to the Middle of Nowhere
Surviving a Move to the Middle of Nowhere by Ozarks S. for Survival Blog
One women’s view on leaving the city behind and enduring tough lessons of love in training to become a “warrior mom.”
Moving from the city to the middle of the woods has done a lot to change my thinking on preparedness. I have studied survival training, read all the JWR (James Wesley, Rawles) novels, and practically majored in understanding the preparedness movement, from the reasonable to the extreme. However, reading and living are two very different things. My dear husband and son have been helping me to improve in areas that I have less exposure. They have both exhibited great patience and perseverance, and for this I am grateful and blessed.
I’ll begin with a quote:
“If you are serious about preparedness, then it is time to get out of your armchair and start training and preparing. It will take time. It will take some sweat. It will take money. But once you’ve prepared, you can sleep well, knowing that you’ve done your best to protect and provide for your family, regardless of what the future brings. Don’t get stuck in the rut of simply *studying* preparedness. Unless the shelves in your pantry and garage are filling with supplies, and unless you are growing muscles and calluses, you are not preparing.” – James Wesley, Rawles
CAPABLE OF LEARNING
To be clear, I am capable of learning. I left behind a high-level position in the medical equipment field some years ago to become a mother and to then homeschool our son. I am capable of scholarship and have advanced degrees. But to be honest, I could not seem to “learn” a protection mindset when it came to self-defense.
As a former cheerleader, I am excessively optimistic. I wake up cheerful and usually hum tunes everywhere I go. I am blessed beyond belief, a sinner saved by the grace of my Messiah Yeshua (Jesus,) so I have much to be happy about. This doesn’t mean I don’t get angry; I do. It just never shows itself as aggressive in nature.
With all this said, I now understand how tough it has been for my husband and son. Turning my personality type from one who is used to cheering from the sidelines into a warrior has proven to be difficult. For one thing, there was my fear of guns. Even the best training from a friend who heads up the SWAT team of the city we left behind wasn’t enough. By the end of the training sessions, which were intense and demanding, both physically and mentally, I could hit the bullseye on a paper target but had no thought of ever using a firearm for any purpose other than to practice at shooting ranges.
Then there was situational awareness, of which I had none. How can you be aware and keep your place in the tune you are humming at the same time?
But life “in the sticks” changed everything. One day, I realized that TEOTWAWKI for me was right NOW! Not something I was reading about from my comfortable chair, in my brick home in the suburbs, surrounded by manicured perfection and conveniences all around. I no longer had the luxury to thumb through books about difficult life circumstances on an off-grid homestead, and then place these books back on the bookshelf until I had more free time to relax and enjoy my hobby.
“TEOTWAWKI” is close to “life as usual,” when you live off the grid in a rural area.
I now lived in daily circumstances where no one would be coming to rescue me. My husband was painfully aware of this right from the start. I, on the other hand, always had something else in focus, like the smell of a meadow of wildflowers in full bloom, the sound of water flowing down from a mountaintop, the sight of a baby deer in the far pasture or the feeling of a soft puppy vying for my attention.
The idea that I may have to be ready to stand on my own when trouble comes my way was a hard lesson for me to learn. Although I could grasp it mentally, even recite all the talking points back to my husband, until I needed that mindset, I didn’t really have it after all.