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Essential Oils, Life Experience and Almost Dying

My life has really taken some interesting turns this past year. First and foremost I’d like to say that I’m so grateful to be here typing this as last December, my husband and I both believed that I wouldn’t be.
My close friends, family and fans knew that last April, we moved into my dream ranch to start a horse boarding facility. My writing was put on the back burner and my publishers knew I needed some time to get our ranch up and going. We worked from sun up to sundown. I’m happy to say that the ranch took off and the business was growing rapidly.
As fall approached, I knew I would need to get an outside job to help pay for expanding the ranch and feeding the numerous horses over the winter. I took a secretary position at one of the elementary schools and began planning expansion for the ranch. I loved the teachers and staff that I worked with and adored the principal. She was smart, decisive and very open minded. I was grateful when she allowed me to diffuse my essential oils to ward off any illnesses. Witchcraft is what my husband often teased me with.
Towards the end of September I developed a horrific ear infection. My girls often got them but I hadn’t had them for years. I figured because we had moved to a new town, being exposed to new germs (especially an elementary school) I was bound to get something. I started to sanitize everything, diligently diffused my oils and drank lots of orange juice for my vitamin C.
I knew I needed to find a doctor to start going to but the time was never right. I worked 7:30 to 4:00 pm then had to pick up my own girls after school. September turned to October and my ear infection developed into a severe sinus infection. I started taking oregano pills for my antibiotics, diffused my oils at school and started diffusing them at home while I slept. I was going to lick this but October has always been my celebration month. It’s my birthday month and the month I got married. My mother always comes down in October so my husband and I can escape and be kids for a few days. My illness would have to take a backseat. We decided to stay locally since I wasn’t feeling the best and stayed the night in a local hotel near a restaurant and bar that we could walk to. Our usual playful self was hindered by the keen awareness that I sounded like a pack-a-day smoker.
Still I pushed on. We had horses that had to be fed in the mornings, and again after school and stalls to clean. Plus Halloween was coming up, my most favorite holiday. The sinus infection had moved down into my chest but I just knew it was going to clear up. I’d behave better once Halloween night and trick-or-treating was done. So out and about we went for Halloween night. I should have known I would pay the price.
The next week I was barely able to speak and the pain in my chest from coughing was unbearable. I began to miss work and began to lose my strength. The day before Thanksgiving I spent three hours in Urgent Care being treated for bronchitis. Nebulizer treatments, steroid injections, antibiotics, cough suppressant, I was given it all to try and get my illness under control. After the break my principal pulled me into her office and we discussed what my plan should be.
I knew I was missing too much work and putting her in a tough situation but she never brought that up. Instead her concern was for my health and well being. She believed I was burning the candle and both ends and my physical health was in jeopardy. We agreed that my position at the school was probably not the best at this time and that I needed to get on top of my health. It was bittersweet saying goodbye to everyone I was starting to care for but I was truly scared that I was not getting better.
By the beginning of December, I had full blown pneumonia and I was told that I needed to be hospitalized or risk dying. Because I no longer had insurance through the school, I chose to pass at home. My husband quit his job to take care of the ranch, me and our beautiful girls. Neither one of us wanted them to find my body and there were many nights he didn’t sleep at all because he just knew I was going to take my last breath. I had no energy for anything other than what little sleep I could get. Every breath was excruciating and never deep enough. I felt like I had cracked every rib in my body. Light and noise hurt me on every level of my being. I would often lie there crying thinking of everything I was going to miss out on with my girls. Their first prom dance, graduation, when they graduated from college, getting married, having their first child. I grieved for my husband, knowing I was his best friend as he was mine. I prayed he would find love again.
Christmas came and went as did New Years. Every day was a struggle but as the days got a little longer, I began feeling a little stronger. I finally had enough strength to find a doctor and began seeing her for my pneumonia. She was amazing and we took baby steps with me seeing her every week. She made sure I had a nebulizer at home with instructions that I needed to use it 4-6 times a day. I had an inhaler, antibiotics, steroids and a cough suppressant at night that honestly kicked my ass and allowed me to get sleep. As I began to get healthier she began to run tests to try and see what may have caused me to get so sick. Heart monitors, chest x-rays, blood work, breathing tests, head CT’s, she ran them all to find out what exactly happened. Everything came back healthy and perfect and we were left scratching our heads. Stress. We decided the stress of the ranch, working, writing, taking too much on was the cause of my illness. We began to take baby steps to get me back 100%. In March I was strong enough to get another job, this one with the County of Montrose.
All summer I have gotten stronger, healthier and thrilled that I never did die. It’s hurt us financially and we will deal with the repercussions of it but I can hug my children and kiss my husband and that in itself is a blessing. As the one year anniversary approached I’ll admit that I became leery and worrisome. What if I got sick again? I don’t think that I could survive that this time. I warned the guys in my office that I was going to diffuse my oils early to start to ward off any illnesses. My girls were starting school again and bringing home all of those lovely germs. I hoped that they wouldn’t mind if I did. Being guys, they said they didn’t care and I knew they meant it. Hahahaha.
The next week I brought in my diffuser and began diffusing my beloved OnGuard, faithfully starting it each morning. I took my multivitamin every day and drank my emergenC as my doctor had instructed me. I felt the panic in my gut as I started getting sinus pressure and tightness in my chest. By the second week of September I had to use my inhaler. It was all happening again.
The guys began to tease me that my diffuser wasn’t doing its job and my husband made a comment that maybe it was my witches brew, that I shouldn’t be diffusing the oils anymore. I knew he had been terrified about losing me last winter but there was no way it could be my oils. It wasn’t until my co-worker pulled me aside and made a comment that everything hit home. He told me, “In all of the months you have worked here, not once have I seen you have to use your inhaler. You’ve been diffusing for one week and I’ve seen you use it more in the past couple of days than the past couple of months. I don’t think it’s good for you.”
Normally I would argue with them and I’ll admit I was a little defensive. I LOVE my essential oils. My owie blends, my face creams, my sleep and stress blends, they are my go-to. But I still remember the feeling of not wanting to go to sleep because I just knew I wasn’t going to wake up. I agreed that I would give it a week of no diffusing to see if I got better. So I cleaned out my machine and for a week, didn’t diffuse a drop.
The second day my lungs had loosened up and I only needed to use my inhaler once. By day three, I wasn’t using my inhaler at all and my sinus infection was gone. By the end of the week I had zero symptoms of any illness. I packed up my diffuser and brought it home.
NOW before all of the naysayers and defenders of essential oils jump all over this, I am NOT saying that you shouldn’t diffuse your oils. The only thing that I am saying is that for ME, for some reason, I had a reaction to them. Were they the reason I stayed so sick and almost died? I don’t know. I will never know because I’m never taking that risk again. It could have been JUST the pneumonia, it could have been a combination of the pneumonia AND the essential oils, it could have been JUST the oils. We will never know for me because I looked death in the face and while I won the war on it, it won the battle because I have never been so scared in my life.
I still use my oils. I have my topicals that I will probably ALWAYS use but I will never diffuse anything again unless it’s something my doctor prescribes. And maybe, just maybe, if you or a kiddo or someone you love has a respitory infection and they are NOT getting better, stop diffusing for a week, JUST TO SEE and rule out that those oils aren’t contributing towards it. Please.
Peace out and I’m so glad I’m still here! Love you all my Lovelies!

Changes Coming Soon…

I’ve been sitting back and reading, listening, watching. Society on the whole is failing, miserably. We are quick to judge, quick to condemn and quick to jump in with a lynch mob without getting facts, (real facts, not what someone has twisted and posted on social media) and it’s been disturbing. I’ve had to take some time to do some soul searching because I was finding myself being brought down. My Miss Susie Sunshine personality was fading behind the clouds and I was starting to behave along with the masses. This was not acceptable to me because honestly, I know I’m better than that.

So here’s to a new chapter in at least my life. We are getting ready to move to a new city, my girls will be going to a new school, I have new books ready to be published and released to the world, we are beginning to travel to other countries, life is good. Why? Because of all of these things happening? Partly. They were brought into my life because I created this good, I asked for it, accepted them into my life then let it go (as Elsa would sing) I knew God had it. Yes, God. No, not religion. I’m am not a religious person by ANY means. I’m spiritual, I believe in God, believe in Jesus and believe that there are many angels and souls who guide and protect us. I do NOT believe that because someone is not a specific religion that they are going to hell, not going with God, not saved. But these are MY beliefs and I won’t push them on anyone. I respect everyone’s beliefs just as much as I expect them to respect my beliefs. But again, I won’t go farther into this. I’m not a preacher of God, I’m just here to learn lessons, enjoy life and be the best version of myself that I can be.

I’m not going to post everyday because well, heck, you’d be bored within a week. Plus, we all have lives, right? I’m hoping that this year will bring you as many blessings as it will me. It’s the year of the horse! All is well! So as I fix up my house to sell, I’ll share pictures, ideas, thoughts and frustrations because as we all know, you are NOT alone!

Life is meant to be fun, enjoy the journey!

Happy May Day

I used to make fun of “older” people, like my mom or dad, who used to say that as you get older the time starts slipping away. Being ADHD and slightly, ahem, immature for my age, time felt like it took forever and certain days, activities and accomplishments were always just beyond. Now I’m part of that “older” group as my eleven year-old and eight year-old daughters like to point out and I have to admit, my mom and dad were right. Time slips by faster and faster each year.

I know we can’t bring back time, recover lost years or create more hours in a day but I’ve decided to start weeding out the things that I thought were important and giving that time to the things that really are important. Happiness, health, family and friends. A little over two years ago, as you may remember, my then nine year-old daughter became ill. After biopsies and a very scary endoscopy, we found she had a large stress ulcer. It was during this time that I stopped writing; no blogs, no novels, no journals, nada. I stressed, I fretted and I worried as any mother would. I lost myself and became the “worried” mom. This past Christmas, my lovely husband pulled me aside and informed me that I was sad, I was not the happy-go-lucky person I used to be and he suggested that I get back into my writing. I was happy when I wrote and he wanted to see me happy again. “Happy wife; happy life” he joked. So I picked up a novel that I had almost finished a few years back, tweaked and changed and completed it a couple months ago. I sent it off to one of my editors who informed me that she saw huge growth in my writing and believed that this was possibly my best novel yet. Words every writer loves to hear, no matter how long you’ve been writing.

So this spring, I will release my latest novel, the first in over two years. I will also be getting back to writing on my blog and while I won’t promise you every day, I will be more dependable than I have been in the past. But be prepared. It’s not going to be just about my writing, or my children’s health. It’s going to be more about life, the time we have here and what we choose to do with it. I’m getting back to my basics, baking my bread, growing my vegetables, raising my chickens and loving the blessings I have in my life. I’ll also introduce you to some pretty interesting people who have agreed to be a part of my crazy journey. Again, I’m very blessed that I am surrounded by those who embrace my wacky thoughts and “younger” ideas on what time really means.

Life is supposed to be fun; Enjoy the journey

Happy Easter 2014

At least it hasn’t been 24 months! Though I’m being pulled in a bazillion directions, writing is always on my mind. It’s not something that I can get away from nor do I want to but in my desperate attempts to make my family’s lives better, I’ve missed out on major signs and lessons.

There is hope though. I’ve learned so much this past year, about myself, my husband, my children, my friends. I’ve learned that I can’t make everyone happy, nor is it my job to. Friends are going to move, people are going to come in and out of my life and I can’t change that. Nor can I change jobs/work opportunities that come flitting in and out of my life. What I can change and focus on is what makes me happy and how I can keep that joy in my life.

I have a very blessed life. A husband who, after 11 years of marriage, is still my best friend and I his. Two beautiful children who are growing up to be compassionate and kind souls. Friends, family and fans who support my seemingly numerous career paths I have tried the past 2 years. I thank everyone for that because it really allowed me to find myself and figure out who I enjoy being and what I love to do.

Within the past twenty-four months I have developed a business plan, opened a business, was a substitute teacher, sold a business, fell onto another business and finished a novel. What I learned from all of this? I really enjoy leather work and I LOVE writing/editing/anything to do with the printed word! I love my imagination, my creativity and the freedom that it allows me. I also enjoy getting to know other author’s, editors, illustrators, agents and fans. It’s a very enriching field if you allow the positives to flow into your life and block out most of the negatives.

The moral of my story is that I’ve finally figured out my career love, the people who allow my light to shine and I can bring light to theirs. A place where I feel like I fit in and don’t have to explain myself. A love that is reciprocated and never ending. I hope that you have found your unconditional love, that “thing” that drives you every day and makes you wake up with a smile and a song in your heart. And as always, Life is meant to be fun, enjoy the journey!

Juggling ADHD Balls

Wow, it’s been a while folks and for that I am sorry but as I look back on my posts I can see the defining path of self destruction that I was laying before me. Here I am, at a cross-road that can either ruin me or make my life more fulfilling and more successful. It’s this reason that I am taking a moment, taking a breath and looking around.

As you know, 2012 was all about my writing. I won the Master Koda Extreme Author Makeover Contest in January. In April, my metaphysical romance, With Love; Now & Forever, hit #1 on Amazon and I released another novel, Love’s Everlasting Song. Things were going great, I was writing and things were smooth for a few months. Then my youngest daughter got sick and I had some run in with people who took advantage of me professionally. The combination was too much and I decided to take a sabbatical from work. No writing, no publishing, no reviewing. I was done. Or so I thought.

I should know, being ADHD, that my mind is in constant motion. It’s one of the reasons there are many nights I get very little sleep and my ideas appear endless. It was during one of these restless nights that I realized we didn’t have a tack store in our town. For non-horsey people, it’s a place to buy saddles, bridles, items for you and your horse. Our community is still very old west; in fact the day we moved here, there was a gentleman who rode his horse into City Market, tied it to the lamp post and went grocery shopping, I am not lying. So to not have a place to buy these necessities was just crazy so I decided to approach the hubby about opening a store. To my extreme surprise, he agreed! I quickly threw together a business plan and with the help of a wonderful local banker, found the perfect company and applied for a small business loan. Within a couple of weeks, we were approved, secured our store location, came up with a name, secured the proper license and was in the process of remodeling the store for our May 1st opening.

Now as if that wasn’t enough chaos in such a short period of time, we started having people walk into our store with bags of boots asking if we were going to do boot repair. No, we replied, we didn’t know how and hadn’t even thought of it. After the 46th person walked through our yet-to-be-open doors requesting boot repair, we realized we had better start looking into it. By chance, (man does God/the Universe really look out for you if you let Him) a gentleman called about my gelding for sale. He came out and began talking about our store. He asked if we were going to do boot repair and I explained we were considering it but had never gone to school for it. He laughed, told me he was a retired cobbler and though he had taken some courses in cobbler schooling in Oklahoma, it’s basically a self taught art, and a dying one at that. He told me that if we were serious, he would teach us how to do boot and leather repair!

Needless to say, we were thrilled and after inquiry, found out this man has an amazing reputation as a boot repairman. We were learning under one of the best. After pricing the equipment, we decided that we would make a six month plan. We would open the tack store May 1st, and then if it did well enough, we would buy the boot repair equipment, remodel the store and start doing boot repair in November. Well let me tell you, I should know better than to make plans. Today is July 25th. We bought our boot repair equipment last week and this past Sunday and Monday remodeled our store. We have already been learning the boot repair process, (I did a pretty good job on some heels if I do say so myself) and will be “officially” be taking work August 1st. Though that hasn’t stopped the numerous people who have already dropped things off at our store stating they are fine with waiting.

My point to my ramblings is that you never know where life is going to take you and the saying “Be careful what you wish for” is oh-so-very true. I will never give up on my writing; it’s in my blood and in my soul. But I now have a new business, a growing new career and a new respect for business owners. I’m also happy to report; I have a healthy daughter again!

Life is meant to be fun; enjoy the journey my friends

The Next Big Thing Blog Hop with Wendy Siefken

I would like to thank Master Koda/Kim Emerson for including me in this blog hop that helps readers and authors come together. This gives us a chance to share our fellow authors to our beloved fans and maybe introduce you to another favorite author to follow!

My blog today is with Wendy Siefken, an honestly sweet and kind author who has supported not only myself but so many other authors out there, including her son, Charles Siefken, whom she co-writes with! Sit back, sip on that latte and enjoy the interview!

What is the working title of your book?
Kai’s Journey
Where did the idea come from for the book?
Basically it’s a mix of games, stories and books I have read.
What genre does your book fall under?
Young Adult, but anyone who likes to read fantasy might like it too.
Which actors would you choose to play your characters in a movie rendition?
I think I would like to give some unknowns a shot at it. I think that would be the best way to 1. Find new talent and 2. the unknowns seem to make the best movies!
What is the one-sentence synopsis of your book?
It’s an apocalyptic world where one man dares to find hope and one group of people offer it.
Will your book be self-published or represented by an agency?
We self-published the book but we are now under the publishing company of MKSP.
How long did it take you to write the first draft of your manuscript?
About four months.
What other books would you compare this story to within your genre?
I don’t know that our book is like others. Most of this type seems to search out the darkness in the light where ours searches for the light in the darkness.
Who or What inspired you to write this book?
Christopher Paolini has always been a great influence in my desire to become a writer. I admire his writing style and I admire him as well.
What else about your book might pique the reader’s interest?
Our book gives a new twist to how werewolves are portrayed and how dragons came to be on earth.
Wendy, thank you so much for taking the time to share with us today! Here is their website, please jump on over and check it out!

Here are also a few more links to authors I have tremendous respect and love for!
K.R. Hughes and T.L. Burns at www.krhughestlburns.wordpress.com

Why I have been MIA part II

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As you can imagine after reading my last post, I have been quite busy. Fighting hormones and having a subsequent hysterectomy is hard enough but I’m like all of the other mothers, wives and career women out there, unless it’s bleeding or broken I’ll keep adding stuff to my plate. In addition to moving to our 35 acres and bringing the horses home, I knew that we were going to need the proper equipment for us to function this winter. We live on the western side of the Colorado Rockies so that means we usually get A LOT of snow. I knew that a front wheel drive minivan and a front wheel drive VW Passat were not going to dig us out if we got hit so we knew we had to get a truck. Our problem? With all of the surgeries, doctor’s appointments, moving, getting hay, etc. our savings account was NOT in the black. Putting the word out to my friends that I was looking for a cheap truck a friend of mine text me that a friend of his had a four-wheel drive truck for $250, just needed a front brake caliper. I’m mechanical, I can handle some light work so after walking around it decided to buy it.

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In my excitement that I got such a great deal, I didn’t ask how long it had been sitting, which turned out to be a year. A vehicle that sits for a year means that all of the gaskets, rubber parts have dried out and your vehicle will start leaking vital fluids. So after this baby was running for a while, puddles began to form on the ground underneath it. In addition to the seals and gaskets I found out that it didn’t need the brake caliper replaced because it was missing, it needed replaced because the person seized up the brake on that side, destroying the entire braking system in the front. But that’s still ok, I can do that and I have the tools to do that. I started taking the front end apart and to my terror found out that in order to replace the brake rotors (big flat metal plates that your brakes grip onto to stop your vehicle) I had to remove the hubs (parts/gears that make a four-wheel drive a four-wheel drive) I have NEVER removed hubs or repacked wheel bearings so this scared the bejimminies out of me. What if I did it wrong? Thank heavens for cameras in cell phones because I took pictures of every step of disassembly and I referred back to it often!

All in all I was able to replace the entire front brake system, resealed the critical leaking gaskets and have our $250 truck running for about $500 including the purchase price. I have taken it four-wheeling so I know it’s going to work great in the snow and it is now at the welder’s to get the snow plow put on. It was a lot of work but I have to tell you that I am super proud that I stuck with it, even when I was scared and doubted myself and now when I fire up that truck a wonderful sense of accomplishment flows through me. I did it myself and saved us thousands of dollars that it would have cost had we taken it to the dealership. We have a very functional, working truck for winter. Now to start figuring out how to do the body work!

Never doubt yourself. It’s ok to be scared and even ask for help but if you’re determined and want to do something new, just persevere! Remember, life is meant to be fun; enjoy the journey!

Crying Over Cut Broccoli

As most of my friends and fans know, my life has been a whirlwind of changes and challenges this past year. Between moving, leaving my job over health issues, becoming a bestselling author and trying to keep up with my family, I have been a little overwhelmed. No one wondered or thought it strange when my Miss Suzie Sunshine personality became cloudy and dark. We all chalked it up to stress and too much on my plate. I went in for a physical in March because the exhaustion and irritability were becoming more prominent but after a complete exam and blood work. That was when they found the lump in my breast and a mass in my uterus.

I went to a specialist in Denver for my breast and my family and I cried in relief when the tests came back negative for breast cancer. The biopsy from the mass in my uterus also came back negative and it was believed that I was just under a lot of stress and pressure. Everyone said that the explanation made sense, everyone but me. I just didn’t buy it. I wasn’t stressed or under pressure. I’ve been there. Being a service manager at a large automotive dealership, working 16-18 hours a day, dealing with people who are angry that their car broke down or how much it costs to fix it, that’s stress and under pressure. I was playing on 35 acres, planting my garden, playing with my horses and children, being a wife and mother. I was in heaven! It slapped me up along side of the head that something major was wrong when twice I behaved in a way I never had before. The first, I yelled at my beautiful daughters just because they were playing in the mud, making mud pies and castles. Normally I would be out there joining them but this day I hollered because of how dirty they were. I’ll never forget their shocked and pained faces; it breaks my heart every time. The second occurrence was when I was in my garden cutting broccoli to steam for supper and I began crying, apologizing to the broccoli for killing it! How insane is that??? I knew then that I had to get help.

I found a specialist who deals with female hormones in Steamboat and made an appointment to see her. After describing my symptoms she asked if we could do a physical and also an ultrasound of my uterus. I thought that was a little unusual but agreed. We went into another room and she turned the monitor around so that I could see what she could. In vibrant blue and red colors, I looked like I was pregnant with forty little alien babies! I had so many polyps, masses and disease that my body basically thought I was pregnant and was pumping so many hormones into my body that it was completely messing me up. It was recommended that I have a hysterectomy as soon as possible, leaving my ovaries for natural, and normal hormone production. Feeling so relieved that I wasn’t going insane and that there was a reason for my actions, I quickly agreed.

I am now almost four weeks post surgery and yes, sometimes I still cry but it is because of the joy and happiness that I feel over feeling me again! The biopsies that came back on my uterus were all benign which is a reason for joy but also my inner joy and happiness is back. My girls tell me all of the time that they are glad that their fun mommy is back and I laugh so much more. My husband is thrilled that he has his loving wife back and the irrational, hormonal one is gone. And I feel fantastic! I have more energy, don’t sleep as much and also excited that I will be able to get back on my work out routine and not have it disrupted a week out of every month.

I am writing this article because I want to encourage any woman who has noticed a change in personality or stress or just feels off to go get checked out. And if the first doc says there is nothing wrong, get a second opinion! That’s what I did and I’m so glad I listened to myself and my body. And don’t be embarrassed to ask the questions, regardless of what you find out. I asked all of the “embarrassing” questions, like would I still enjoy sex? Could I still have an orgasm? Would it hurt or feel different? Would this cause any problems with my bladder? If you don’t know of anyone who has gone through a hysterectomy or aren’t comfortable talking to them, HysterSisters is an amazing support system that allows members to be completely anonymous. If you’re still uncomfortable with that feel free to email me. I’m not a doctor, have no medical experience but I do have experience as a woman, both hormonally insane and sane! My email is raeannehadley@hotmail.com. Granted, I still cry. I cry at the blessed life that I have, the beautiful and amazing family that I have but I don’t cry over cut broccoli anymore.

Life’s meant to be fun; enjoy the journey!

Summer Blues…and greens.

I have to admit that at the beginning of the summer, I fell into the summer blues. Sadness is not a normal emotion for me, being nicknamed Miss Suzie Sunshine, and I struggled with this unfamiliar emotion more than a few times within a couple of months. Because of this sadness, I began to doubt all of my decisions, my actions, and my life’s purpose. I wondered who I was because the things I had desired ten years ago were no longer important. Because of having to deal with satellite internet with our move, I was forced to spend less time on the internet and more time with myself and my thoughts. I know, a dangerous combination!

 

For the first couple of months I bombarded my friends with my tearful declarations of wanting to move back into town, that I was no longer a country girl, that I missed the conveniences of town. Then I fell into seclusion due to the fact that the house we are buying has SO much trash everywhere and my beloved Quarter horse gelding, Diego, was seriously injured. I had to start cleaning up the property to keep my animals safe. While dealing with the property, we’ve also dealt with severe draught and fire conditions, the worst our town has seen since 1978, so I’m told by the locals, and having to downsize our horses to two because of the hay shortage. I also decided to have this huge garden, help my husband build a new chicken coop and clean up the one building I love the most, the garage.

 

It’s during this time that I’ve watched my daughters play in the lower horse pasture, acres and acres of freedom, laughing and running and having a blast. I have no worries about someone driving by and snatching them, we live on a dead-end country road. I started to notice that my husband and I talked more about little things, dreams, the future and we enjoyed just sitting outside listening to nature, not cars and sirens. We watched does and their babies feed along side of our horses and a bachelor of bucks wander down and try and nibble at our trees. I’m picking out areas for my patio area where we are going to build a fire pit with horseshoe pits, volleyball and other entertainment so that our friends will feel welcome and have fun when they come over.

 

I will admit I haven’t written as much as I had intended to but I honestly believe I’ve gone through another growth in my life. We are always learning and this was a doosey for me. I am still a country girl, I appreciate the conveniences of the city but I can adapt without them just fine. I thought that I had learned my large life lessons but I now know I was wrong. You’re never too old to have your life turned upside down and have to re-evaluate where you are. Remember, life is meant to be fun, enjoy the journey!