I have decided to write this somewhat "random" post today because...ican'tgetawayfromit!
In at least half a dozen instances this week I have seen some form of the phrase, "Find what you are passionate about and do it!", and, "The key to success is figuring out what makes you happy and then making money at it!".
Soooooooo....I sort of feel like maybe this is already something I have written, like in my head. Maybe predestined?
I'm not sure, but you're getting the raw end of the deal, I'm afraid.
Since I left the dairy last December and began working for Dr. K, I have had a lot of soul-searching time.
Let's all take a collective sigh....
To really understand what it means to be me, you have to first of all grasp the fact that I wake up and do life. For real, I don't wait for things to happen, I do them. I'm not a sit-and-wait-er. I'm a dooooerrrr.
I get up, go to the gym-where if I don't sweat my ever-lovin butt off I am so disappointed. After that I get ready for work and during the 30-minute drive I am anywhere from, how could I have a greenhouse in the backyard? to, I could totally do professional figure!
Not impressed? I'll go on...I really need to go on a mission trip, I wonder how long it would take me to get a degree in ______?, I should really be doing 2-a-day workouts. When is the best time for me to start building my gardens for next year? andonandonandon...
Maybe it sounds like I'm not settled...actually it does. You're right.
I recently figure out the reason I love working for Dr. K. I like helping him.
It doesn't matter if I am billing his clients or dehorning 70 calves...I just like helping him.
I feel like I have been given the opportunity to help someone with such great faith, and who helps so many others, that how could I not want to?
Once I wrapped my mind around why I like working for him, I realized that something is still missing.
That "passion" thing.
You know what that is?
How odd, right?
The fact that something...some animal..can work its way into your soul that you aren't truly complete without them, is kind of crazy. Am I right?
Some, non-fetching, no-command-knowing, anti-cuddly creature makes me...me.
Maybe you knew that already. I didn't.
I knew I would miss my cows, but not cows in general.
What a revelation!
Maybe I am meant to be a CowLady afterall:).