I suck at posting regularly. But I figured that would happen when I started this. I just don't think I have the heart to write anymore. Life over the past few years has sucked all my creative energy out of me. I used to write all the time poetry, stories, nonsense crap. But now. No.
Bbeing cut off for a minimum of 8 hours a day from the thing I love most in the world hasn't helped. Outside. Air. Trees. Grass. Birds. As great as I am with numbers, I was never made to work in an office. Sometimes I feel like a caged animal, that just wants to run.
For now I am looking for office jobs in AZ. But if all goes as planned I hope to quickly quit and just work at Lowes or something, in the garden department. I'm tired of sitting at a desk all day. Maybe I can find a job on a ranch. You know one where they hire you based on your desires not your experience. Because I have none. But everyday I'm not on one I cry a little, inside.
Long term, I want a ranch. A big one. With horses and cows and dirty, dirty messes. Thankfully, my husband does too. He also wants a graphic design business, we'll figure out how to merge the two somehow. So we will work to realize our dream. However long it takes. I'm hoping not too long. I can't stand the stuffiness.
If you want to know what kind of life I've dreamed of since I was a little girl go read The Pioneer Woman. I've been reading nothing but her blog for the past three days. She has my life down to every dirty detail. Now I need to find a way to make that life mine.
Any suggestions on where to start?
Oh and I'd like to have it yesterday. Please. Thanks. Buh Bye.
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