“I did everything by the seat of my pants. That’s why I got hurt so much.”
I usually write these blog posts as they are due: live in time. However, my new life on the farm is interrupting that usual course of action. It is Saturday night, going on 9:00. I am headed out in the morning to go to our old house to do some packing. And I decided about an hour ago to take my daughter with me. It’s been hard on us to live so far away from family, so she’s coming to visit while I work.
So I had planned to sit down today and write a blog post a few days early since I’ll be gone when it is due.
But noooooo. My farm had other plans for me….
Do you believe it?
Ralph Waldo Emerson’s sentiment that “Life is a journey, not a destination” ?
I was going to wait until I’d fully reached my destination to share some parts of my life with you. I figured who wants to hear about the journey? Ho hum, right? Well, it’s going to be a while until I reach my destination. I may never. So, here’s my life as is.
Small things are changing with me. Things like what I keep in my front right pocket at all times. I used to keep nothing there. I mean, why would I put something in my front pocket that could actually create a visible pooch? But now. I have something in there that is the first thing in, the last thing out every single day.
What is it?