I just spent some time in the backyard making beans grow. Am I a prepper because of it? Absolutely not. Am I a little more prepared? Of course I am. It doesn’t matter what you label yourself. I learned that a long time ago. It doesn’t matter what others label you. The fact is, those who run around requiring a single word to define people miss the point.
When you go to the grocery store and buy a weeks worth of food, you are preparing for a week. When you pressure can chicken to preserve it without electricity because storms down power lines often, you are preparing for more than a week.
My grandfather used to grow these yellow peppers we didn’t know the name of. I’m pretty sure they were Golden Marconi, but he got them from a friend who saved the seed. They were downright tasty. He wanted them in the winter and preserved them in jars. Did that make him a prepper in 1987?
Half of coastal Texas owns a generator. Is there an army of these weird people who will somehow discover their common bond and try to take over the world? The answer is no. We’re too busy coming up with creative ways to maintain our standard of living.
Someone asked me once, “Would you rather panic about the things occurring around you or be relieved when you are able to take care of yourself no matter what?”
This is not prepping. This is ensuring a stable and happy life. Everyone prepares. It is only a matter of how much they prepare.
