I have yet to experience a swimming pool this summer. Though I have taken a plunge. One that has changed many aspects of my life. I have transitioned, career wise.
I am unsure exactly where this will lead. I have some ideas, thoughts, hopes. I trust all will be well and currently, all is just that. Well. I have peace in my heart, mind, soul. Which is all we can ask of ourselves while at the same time a great deal to ask.
I do not like to be the cliché. The middle aged woman who peaced out. Truthfully, it is time for me to go another direction. I read almost daily of other women in my age category who make similar moves. And I hate to think of them as clichés either. I do not feel a need to justify or rationalize to the world. I will say I am intensely loyal, have a strong sense of service, and have through the years developed a rather unhealthy ideology of work. I came to a crossroads and decided to head down a different road.
Which road? I have signed onto the farm life. Along with the hopes of entrepreneurial success via a home based baking business. After spending over twenty years in the non-profit / academic world, I have gone a completely different direction. Although, if I focus and investigate closely, it makes sense.
My loves and interests are found on the farm: food, flowers, people committed to a cause which brings many entities together and makes for a better, stronger community. I have had the desire to (create my own thing) since I was in college, if not before.
While I will most likely expound on this later, I am also discovering the need to heal. Working in the community I immersed myself in for years brought with it a good deal of trauma. I do not particularly like the term “burnout”. I do not like to think I gave up on serving others. But I do comprehend that realistically this work took a toll on me and my health.
I plan to delve into and study the concept of WORK the second half of this year. More on that to come…
Upon a Sunny Day 