The podcast rings true, but this isn’t new stuff at all. I’m surprised to hear both the author and Ryan comment that this is something new because of the internet. There have been so many such movements and individuals who have chosen alternative outdoor lifestyles over the last two centuries or even more. Mountain men, Daniel Boone, Thoreau, Nessmuk, John Muir – even Grandma Gatewood! I wouldn’t call them dirtbags though; to me that’s an even more extreme version of choosing life over things, experience over overt wealth, maybe more similar to hermits. But there are plenty of examples of people who didn’t choose a conventional career for their time, in favor of having less wealth and more time outdoors. It’s not a new ideal/fantasy.
When I picture “dirtbags” I see them as freeloaders and leeches, and have met a few that matched that reputation, always wanting others to help them. There are a few who believe when they run out of money to sustain themselves, due to not wanting regular work, that it is somehow someone else’s responsibility to care for them. I realize that isn’t the way they’re using the term here but it’s a fine line.
I feel like my parents created a good balance in life between work and enjoyment. Everyone chooses their path; the important thing is to be satisfied with the path you are on, and satisfied with your contribution to society as well as your lifestyle. Don’t we all want to be good people as well as content in our own choices?
My parents chose a life in teaching both because they were passionate about their subjects (biology and music), and because they could use summers to refresh, explore, and find adventure. They were able to have a modest but comfortable retirement, a life without a lot of material goods but enough to be happy, and have the joy of family relationships.
Because they grew up during the Great Depression, they were more able to appreciate simple joys, and weren’t always questing after the latest greatest thing to buy or have. They made do, they adapted. We had one family car which lasted until it died. We all rode bikes for a lot of our transportation. We never had a clothes dryer, a dishwasher, or many other things that “middle class” people had. And I didn’t really even notice until I was an angsty teenager, comparing my circumstances with others.
My parents were even satisfied with working all week, because many weekends were free for enjoyment; that was not a given for that generation. They liked to work – to paint the house, dig the garden, hang the laundry on the line. If you don’t learn to complain or seek “labor-saving” machines (that require you to work more to afford them), or always wish you were doing something else instead of whatever you are doing, you can find satisfaction in the day to day work and chores; every minute doesn’t always have to be the drama of climbing a peak. But they also spent a very great deal of time outside, day to day, week to week, and all summer long. Find joy in the little adventures as well as the big. Those were great lessons; I sometimes have to remind myself about them.