Transition to City Life

Well.

It's been mmmmmmmmm a long time since I did any blogging, and I don't live on a farm anymore (though Forever Farm will always live in my heart).  But I've been thinking about this blog thing for a while recently, and while my life isn't that exciting and my surroundings aren't as beautiful anymore, sure, why not, let's write some more.  I do things, some might call them ridiculous, potentially interesting things.  Besides, I think my readership is like 3 people (hey, sis!).  So with the boldness of obscurity, I'm back in the game.

I google-imaged "obscurity" and this is what came up and we are definitely using it.
I apologize, whoever actually owns this image, and also I think you are amazing. 

I EAT OPPRESSION.
I POOP FREEDOM.

The farm taught me a bunch of important lessons, like how to shave a pig, and that some people call mason jars "ball" jars (is this a Yankee thing? Or what?), and that bald eagles are sea birds but they will totally eat a chicken.  The most important thing the farm taught me, though, is that you can put things in your days that, at the end of the day, can make you happy of yourself and your choices and the time you spent on your trip around the sun. 

Also, sure, the true meaning of friendship.

The true meaning of friendship!

You're welcome.

FOR EXAMPLE, Reader, when making plans for your day or week, you can totally just create a scavenger hunt for your roommates that involves some next level clue hiding and puzzle solving.  Or you can decide today is the day you are making homemade magnets to shamelessly give to all your friends and loved ones because while you want to make them, no one actually wants to have 15 low-quality, weirdly-decorated, as-though-done-by-an-infant magnets, so let someone else cherish that mess (or throw it out, or whatever-- point is, you can still make them).  

Or create a complicated target course involving drawings of angry farm animals and overripe musk melons swinging from the trees.  This one is a little harder when not on 40 private acres surrounded by national forest, sure, but you get the idea!  Seize the day!  Do the thing! Go to bed a little proud of yourself!

Tiny Potato is also proud of you,

Having realized my agency, I'll still be the first to admit that sometimes, the exact thing I want to do is watch trash on my phone or scroll forever on facebook.  That's a choice too, and a perfectly acceptable one-- the point isn't that we should all be off doing marvelous things all the time (are you kidding me?  This is real life, people), it's that I realized you do get to choose, and started asking myself, well, what do I want to do?  

How I woke up this morning.

Sometimes (last night) that choice is watching my goal bedtime, and then my actual bedtime, and then my are-you-kidding-me-you're-too-old-for-this bedtime just sliiiiiiide by because I am mad at a book I don’t even like that much and I don’t want to surrender yet.  That moment of, "I really should blah blah blah" withering before the "NOPE I HAVE DECIDED AND WE ARE DOING THIS NOW DON'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO" of realizing you are the one steering the boat, and you’ll be tired but survive, and that is a trade off you get to make if you want to. 

Best thing I got out of Forever Farm.  Agency, and the realization that for all the things you cannot choose about life, there are things you can.  And making those choices makes me, at least, a little happier about my day and myself.  I mean I dropped everything and moved to a farm, so…I guess this is the lesson I was there to learn?

To me, you are perfect.....

We did do fun things, and then I came back, and then I got a regular job, and then life, with its sometimes abrupt and very hard hitting ups and downs, happened.  It’s easy in the rough and tumble wear and tear of every day life to decide that even deciding what you want to do takes too much effort, so can we just put Archer on.

The lesson is still there, though, and in the last year I’ve had the bandwidth to incorporate it a little more in my days.  I got some fabulous tiny monster friends.  We had a Goblin Ball.  I joined a gym (gigglesnort).  I make some weird stuff in my house.  I watched the first 5 seasons of Supernatural.  I do things, Reader, big things.

So here we are!  That’s where we fade back in on this adventure…let’s see where it goes.

I'm back!  Or still here!  Or whatever!