It’s 1:13am and I awoke with the thoughts about moving from my farm, and it makes me nervous.
|Part of my farm-stead (in the daylight)|
On one hand it will be a whole lot less work, and last summer when I would hop on the tractor to move a pile of whatever…. I would pause and think – I am alone out here, is this really a good idea? So back to the moving thoughts, am I nuts to sell? Maybe, but after fours years of being on my own, the farming activity that happens all around me is still hard. Maybe a change of scenery will be good for me.
|A nighttime sky picture taken from the internet - as my camera doesn't have the proper lens to take a shot like this. But this is what it looks like just outside my house. Beautiful!|
I’ve never been one to let opportunities pass, my life motto has been “I don’t want to live life with what ifs”..... so I will forge ahead and make the plunge. Of course I do it in my usual fashion, so it is is more like “invade” and it’s usually done with humor and gusto. My “what ifs” has always been a determining factor in my work life, and sometimes the career choices, while not always financially the best, always lead to experiences that I could draw from and helped me along the way to the next adventure. So what next? Who knows? All I know is that it will be bittersweet if /when I do sell my farmhouse. Honestly, I think it would be good for me mentally as this winter has been a struggle with all the snow and feeling isolated. – guess I could sum it up as my winter of discontent. But in a moment, I’m going to pull on winter gear and go out in the 11 degree night to look at the stars and ask the universe to help guide me on the next new adventure.
|Another pic I like, a tractor under the stars|
As always, thanks for stopping by and always feel free to email me at firstname.lastname@example.org as I love comments and maybe if you have any words of wisdom here for me send them my way, please!! All my best Gayle