Perhaps it stems from my active imagination. Just last night I dreamt up a new business idea that spreads the love of farming to young children and would be very popular. What if we had Farmgirl birthday parties? I could bring a baby animal and farmgirl treats and as the farmgirl myself (little kids love my flowy dresses and aprons), I could have a little side job. Add that to my list!
Or perhaps it was out of necessity as entrepreneurs before Doug went back to work that we had to make every idea and hobby a business of some sort because that is how we made it, a little here, a little there.
A homesteading school, a BIG farm (as Maryjane describes it) that can have camps and visitors and provide food for the community (and us), and…birthday parties…and, oh yea, my shop and my herbal school, and I should be able to fit in a cup of coffee and a shower on Tuesdays maybe.
I think I need a ten day week. A ten day week would allow me to fulfill all my business ideas and have plenty of time to garden and read and watch my grandbaby. I know I am not the only one out there with a shortage of time. With too short of time we all really only have time to do what we really love.
With the empty canvas ahead of us, we are planning our farm, but what kind of farm? We think our best farm was in Kiowa. A large plot in a small town with a huge pumpkin patch on a main road, with chickens and goats in the back yard. It was fun, it was easy. What I am is a plant medicine healer. My shop is the cornerstone of my existence, as is being a mother/grandmother/wife. A homestead is our life, our breath, what we really, really want and naturally live as, but can just provide for us. Outside of that I have room for one more thing. Maybe finish more books or take longer walks. Maybe I don’t need fifteen businesses. Maybe I can just live within seven days. And in the meantime, I will live for today….while secretly planning chicken breeds.