Living The Dream
You see, the first snowfall here on the farm is going to be a big deal, regardless of when it happens. Because for years I have raised animals and made Cold Antler my focus and it wasn't until this very season that I could wake up on a weekday and watch a storm come in from my own farm. If I had one complaint about my day job it was being expected to show up during a snowstorm. I was, of course, capable of getting up and driving to work but I didn't ever feel safe on those roads and I didn't like the idea of being away from a place that might need me. Of all the farm fantasies I had back then, it was being home for a snowstorm during a weekday that topped the scales. To be up on a Thursday morning checking the weather reports, watching the sky, not worried about being half an hour away in another state as the weather howled… If we get an inch or a dozen inches, I will be here. It means the world to me.
If you asked me what success means, to me it means being excited for a snowstorm on a weekday.
P.S. Flurries are coming down!