Time does scurry along, doesn’t it? My second anniversary starting this blog came and went this week. This blog has become a seamless beginning to my morning, an outlet to the world and new friends, and a way to share our crazy farm happenings.
But a blog is nothing if it doesn’t have readers and I am always so humbled and grateful that I have readers. Thank you from the bottom of my spiral scribbling, chicken hoarding, pumpkin growing heart. It is always fun to look at the stats this time of year and see what numbers Farmgirl School has obtained. 495 followers (up 200+ from last year), 51,552 hits to my blog (up over 30,000!) and the three most popular blog posts of the year were Ten Things to Know Before Moving to a Small town, How Much is it to Have a Farm Animal, and A Visit to an Amish Home.
This last year was particularly eventful and you were with us every second with support and cheers of encouragement. You learned about our journey to our first farm, dreamed with me about our invisible homestead, cried with me when my farm girl in crime and dear friend, Nancy died. Then when our goat and other animals died too. You were there when Maryjane turned one, when Shyanne graduated, when my son, Andy, got married, when the interns came, through the planning and skill learning of getting ready for God to grant our greatest prayer of a homestead, and the day we learned we had found one to rent, you cheered us on and sent congratulations!
The world got smaller as I started writing to a fellow blogger and met her last week for the first time. I have met some of my readers at farmer’s markets. I have found a whole new set of friends and family as the spance of time and space shortened, friends around the world and the country, all from writing.
I am so happy when I learn that I have inspired people to move to the country, pursue their dreams, become herbalists, get chickens, or that I am brightening the days of those that just want to laugh at our antics and remain where they are at!
All these things have been a great gift to me. I read an interview with the author of “The Alchemist” who talked about finding one’s true calling in life. One true passion. Not becoming a mommy, or a job necessarily, but what your one true purpose is. It is the one thing that you do not have to fight, or think about, that comes completely naturally, that is a part of your very being. Mine is to write. I am a writer. Every thought process and happening in my life floats across the screen in my mind as a blog post or poem, as a letter, in words. A writer can write but is much more fulfilled when there are readers.
Thank you for sharing our life with us. For following in our adventures and for letting me pursue my one true purpose.