I am in my fifties now, and since I was twenty, I wanted to build a retreat center on some property (80 acres, with natural springs) I own which is located less than half an hour from my city. I got a masters degree in relevant fields, and am an ordained minister. I designed buildings, and have friends in areas where I am deficient.
Why did I give it up? Well, I’ve never been much more than living in poverty, have had to take care of people close to me even though I lack resources, and just don’t want to risk going through with it. I gave up I suppose about five years ago, I still have other dreams, such as getting published, if I could get a good workstation for writing, relatively free of these constant distractions,