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Sep. 26th, 2014 02:48 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
demakatI have so many tabs open right now.
My mom told me yesterday, that she has a life coach in one of her art classes. This person helps people find their passions and of course my mom asked how that's done. What you loved to do as a kid.
"So I should be a chicken farmer." I don't remember ever begging for chickens, but then you have a bucket and some feed(play sand) surely the only logical thing to do is start scattering it around the yard calling for chickens. It wasn't sadness or disappointment, it was just what I did, provided the sand was dry enough for good scattering.
I spent today thinking of all the reasons I can't be a farmer, like how I have no idea what I'm doing. How it's hard work and I am often lazy because I like relaxing and just watching things.
When I was in junior high I learned that my parents had originally considered buying a farm when I was born. They decided the ride to school would have been too long. It was then that I was disappointed. I could have had chickens AND geese! Traumatic realization.
So I'm reminded of this all again. Dropping everything ever and going off to live with chickens and some geese and maybe other livestock sounds ideal.
But of course instead I got french fries and now I feel like a nap. Can't nap because I have to show up at my friend's wedding dress fitting in an hour.
I guess it really doesn't help that I also generally view farmers as smart good people. This seems like my kind of people. That's not always true.
Maybe I'm just tired of not knowing enough smart good people.
My mom told me yesterday, that she has a life coach in one of her art classes. This person helps people find their passions and of course my mom asked how that's done. What you loved to do as a kid.
"So I should be a chicken farmer." I don't remember ever begging for chickens, but then you have a bucket and some feed(play sand) surely the only logical thing to do is start scattering it around the yard calling for chickens. It wasn't sadness or disappointment, it was just what I did, provided the sand was dry enough for good scattering.
I spent today thinking of all the reasons I can't be a farmer, like how I have no idea what I'm doing. How it's hard work and I am often lazy because I like relaxing and just watching things.
When I was in junior high I learned that my parents had originally considered buying a farm when I was born. They decided the ride to school would have been too long. It was then that I was disappointed. I could have had chickens AND geese! Traumatic realization.
So I'm reminded of this all again. Dropping everything ever and going off to live with chickens and some geese and maybe other livestock sounds ideal.
But of course instead I got french fries and now I feel like a nap. Can't nap because I have to show up at my friend's wedding dress fitting in an hour.
I guess it really doesn't help that I also generally view farmers as smart good people. This seems like my kind of people. That's not always true.
Maybe I'm just tired of not knowing enough smart good people.
