Normally I don't post about this stuff. Most the time I let this day slip past with nary a peep.
But I have hit a milestone of sorts. I started writing this blog when I was 28 years old. Lots have changed over the years. I think I have managed to find my voice in the homestead blogger world. I have watched bloggers come and go, some I still miss deeply.
This year seems to have been filled with absolute failures. I can't remember a time that I made more mistakes. I know that not everything was in my control. However it sure does feel like I made the decisions that placed me square in front of the samsqanched feet of The Lord of Failure.
I need a happy birthday to keep my sanity.
Yes, today I turn the old fogey age of 35.
I know, I know, the horror!!!
This year I have been broken and beaten, dragged through the mud, suffered drama from the hands of a 30 something little girl, death of close friends, drought, money hardship, the death of Bobdole (name of a ram you googling fools) and more electrocutions.
Today I meet my mother at my favorite Greek restaurant, looking toward to that, and I get to tell her about the property we are looking at. She will cry on my birthday. Wouldn't be the first time. We have the deposit to hold the land for us. We sold our tractor for it. That means soon I will be able to tell you all about it, and the flip out stress that is coming along with all the things we must do to move. Fun times.
Husband is 40, and today I am 35, and we are starting a new life from scratch. I am scared yet thrilled. Starting a new life at 24, like I did here at the Neophyte Homestead, is much different than now. More children and more chances of complete failure. But Husband and I have nothing to lose. It is clear to us that staying will only guarantee absolute and utter failure.
A new life to flounder through is just what we need.