Sunday, May 5, 2013

On Being Chicken

A few years ago, I worked part-time writing a daily blog for an organic living company. It was kind of a dream job for a homeschooling mama who loves writing, photography, and talking about her kids.

But then that company changed from direct sales to wholesale.

I went back to freelancing -- picking up odd jobs like a handyman who figures "I can probably do that."

And for a long time, I thought about blogging. I missed it. But starting over is hard.

I think I was trying to sort out what I wanted a new blog to be, and without a clear path, I just stayed where I was. I have a tendency to do that -- to put up road blocks because I am scared. You might too.

For instance, four months ago, I started this project. I wrote a quick post about loving our house, but knowing it wasn't our forever home because we wouldn't be able to have chickens.
Um. I was wrong. And it's OK to be wrong sometimes, but the bad part is that at the time I wrote that, I  hadn't even asked. I just assumed.

About a month after writing that post, I woke up on a Monday and without thinking at all, I made some phone calls. A few days after that, I was ordering chicks from a feed store, borrowing a brooder, and researching coop designs.

I'm still think that this house is a temporary stop-over for us. And I still love it.

I love it a little more because of these three girls.
I guess at some point, you get tired of waiting, and the tired begins to push aside the fear.
And maybe at that point, you end up with some livestock, in the back yard of a little house that is becoming more a home each and every day.

1 comment:

  1. Denise Arrell-RosenquistMay 25, 2013 at 6:23 AM

    Isn't that the truth!!!

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