I can boast having two lifelong dreams: becoming a published (and loved!) author and living in a farm.
It took me almost fifty years but I can happily say that I have achieved both dreams.
Prior to being an author, I worked in Corporate America—or, as I like to call it, CorpRATe America. It’s a rat race and I hated it. My last job was at a university. I was a full-time faculty member and I also managed all faculty development.
Let me start by saying that I LOVED my students and I adored (most) faculty there. I’m still good friends with some of them. The problem came in the form of the owners and their puppets.
I detest “yes” people. There is another term for them that involves donkeys and lips, but I’ll stop there. In Corporate America, too many people are scrambling for the top. While I appreciate the drive for ambitious gains, I detest people who lose their scruples in the process.
People should help each other. Many people are willing to step on others, leaving a battlefield of bodies behind them in their quest for superiority at corporations.
So when I developed breast cancer, I was thrilled to be gone from the septic toxicity of the “rat” race.
Of course, being an author isn’t all rosy either. Other authors and artists are competitive, willing to have me promote and partner with them but very few reciprocate. When I would push others, I realized that they hardly ever even mentioned me. I wasn’t raised like that. It was enough to make me want to become a recluse.
So when the opportunity came up for relocating “off the grid”, I was more than ready to jump on the simpler life.
No more rush hour traffic. No more silly meetings. And, even better, I could wake up each morning to the sound of roosters crowing, horses neighing and, of course, Rosie the donkey impatiently braying for her breakfast.
I planned on gardening—growing my own food. I spent days repairing fences and building a new barn. Seeing the product of my blood, sweat, and tears had its own rewards. Even when sometimes unappreciated by others (🤨), I still felt an inner peace. My husband felt it too and now he’s trying to join me down here. And let’s not forget Cat. What am amazing transition for her, too!
But it’s not all roosters crowing and donkeys braying. There has been —and I imagine it will counties to be—a steep learning curve.
Come along for the ride as I share my stories…the good, the bad, the ugly. No matter what, I wouldn’t change it for the world. Living with less is actually living with more. It’s the secret to life that is lost in those corpoRAT ladder climbers. 😏