The Incurable Longing for a Farm of One’s Own
It’s amazing how the combination of this time of year and another day in the office with no access to natural light, can give me a serious case of Barnheart. Kinda like allergies. Am I allergic to my office.
What is Barnheart, you might ask? “Barnheart is that sudden overcast feeling that hits you while at work or in the middle of the grocery store checkout line. It’s unequivocally knowing you want to be a farmer—and for whatever personal circumstances—cannot be one just yet. So there you are, heartsick and confused in the passing lane, wondering why you cannot stop thinking about heritage livestock and electric fences. Do not be afraid. You have what I have. You are not alone. You are suffering from Barnheart.” -Jenna Woginrich
Fortunately, I am well on my way to a cure. While motherhood and full time work sometimes pull my focus otherwhere, I, with the help of my family, have been able to raise bees, diary goats, chickens, and help with the family garden. Of course, my dream is big… a micro-homestead filled with fruits, vegetables, and live stock able to not only to feed my family but also allow me to provide financially without a 9 to 5 office gig. I am slowing and surely getting there.
So, as I suck it up and get back to being productive, I am going to put this little image on my desktop. Someday I will be there.