This morning, I took a slow, chilly walk around the property - the kind where your jacket is zipped to your chin, hood up, hands buried in pockets like your smuggling snacks. The animals were moving about peacefully, completely at ease - as if they'd all collectively agreed: Yes. This is the good life.
I was having a moment of being in awe of my surroundings. It was quiet in that special way where you can still hear everything. And the realization that I have everything I could ever need or want, right here, was overwhelming. In this very moment, I feel a sense of fulfillment that I've never felt before.
My heart felt calm. My mind felt clear. And somewhere between the mist in the pasture and the dew soaking in my boots, it hit me - I don't need a single thing more that what's right here.
In this season of my life, every cup is full.
Soul Cup: overflowing
Love Cup: sloshing
Support Cup: refilled without asking
Emotional Cup: shockingly stable
All. The. Cups. Full.
How did life get this good? Because I truly could never have imagined a life that looks like this. I feel worthy of it, as I have prayed for this beautiful gift of worthiness, that has been absent in my life for far too long. I stopped walking, stood there in the pasture like a statue in a painting, and prayed in gratitude - for worthiness, because I finally feel it. For safety, because I feel that too. And for the reminder that even when I can't see what's ahead, God already has the blueprint drawn up and ready.
And that is where I'm most grateful. I've been carried here, shown the way with opens doors and trusted myself to walk through them. Look at me trusting myself - and my decisions, like a big girl does. Look how far you've come and how much you've grown. Self-trust has been a healing journey for me and an area of focus I've needed to come face to face with for many years. I no longer abandon or betray myself, but instead trust myself to be there for me. This is where I'm most proud of my healing work. Self-trust and self-love have become my best friends these last couple of years. In the dark of night. In the light of day. They are there for me.
And here we are - all my farm animals, dogs and cats here with me, living in this most gorgeous place that we've been granted. It's my wildest dream come true.
I then take that next sacred pause - the kind you file away as a Core Memory - and froze this moment in my brain like a framed portrait, then slowly and with intention, continue on to finish my walk with dewy boots and a lump in my throat. Total disbelief that this is actually my life. Yet here I am. And knowing my family and friends are there, woven into it all - just makes it sweeter. How did life get this good. I know the answer actually, as I know who the author of my story is. And it's definitely not me.
#nanalife
Now, onto the slightly less poetic but equally important moments:
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| This was all a little much |
Olive recently found herself in a very large, very noisy, very splashy bath tub better know as the Allen Natatorium. She was deeply suspicious. Brooks on the other hand, was thrilled. We all know he is a thrill-seeker at heart. We survived. No injuries. No ER visits. It was a win for us all. And no, Olive did not want her eyes to get wet.
Back on the farm, Brooks drove his own tractor so long, that it ran outta juice and needed to be towed back for further charging.
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| Olive prefers riding with Sugar, princess-style |
Of course we were out in the far back pasture at the time, therefore the process to get it back to the house felt like an episode of Blippi: Boys With Tractors. And of course needed to be done with little to no sun light for best little-boy-practice fun. The towing? His favorite part.
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| The towing of his tractor was likely the most fun |
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| FFA ‘show' animal already picked out |
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| #farmboy |
Olive on the other hand.....
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| Babies over barn |
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| Play-dough over Pasture |
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| Lauren has quite the extremes with these two and somehow she still looks 12 years old |
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| Definitely will hold a chicken - and kiss it 💋 |
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| Also, must kiss barn cat, Kitty 😽 |
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| Before |
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| After |
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| omgoodness, so much easier now! |
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| I know!!! They are silkie hens!!! |
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| And blending in well, might I say 😎 |
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| I trimmed around their eyes, trimmed their toes and kept them in a coop in the barn for a day before I allowed them to roam freely. They are doing wonderful! |
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| Sunflowers, chickens, my fav saying (Be Kind Or Leave) |
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| Thank you, Lauren! I absolutely love it!!! |
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| Sweet Maybe does rest alot and that's okay, sweet girl. Take all the time you need. Before-shave pic..... |
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| Maybe, 15 years old coming up in April. After-shave pic and I somehow made her eyebrows look like she's mad all the time. Or she's tired of me shaving her. She'll forgive me once I feed her dinner. |
Moving on.....
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| The Go-With-Me-Everywhere Crew |
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| Dog Train, get on board, Theo |
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| We'll see you through this, Pixie |
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| Besides her kitty friend, Cricket, Pixie enjoys Theo's company the most |
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| I received a shed for which to utilize my outdoor belongings - and a proper Tesla charger |
This was a double bonus for me, as I have electricity in it - and my "real" Tesla charger installed safely inside (to keep it dry). I now just open the shed door and plug my car in. And now, it no longer takes 24 hours to charge my Tesla off my RV plug. Wait, that sounded very country, I think. Yes, I was charging my Tesla via my RV plug. But turns out, people do. Who knew. I feel more regular (air quotes) now having my Tesla charger that only takes 4 hours to charge it up. That's like Christmas every day for me. I'm so spoiled.
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| My next big project will be a new roof for the old awning. But it works just fine for now. It matches the weird wall 😏 |
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| Me heading into 2026 |
