So yeah... interesting week last week. And my sister is in town this week, so it can't fail to be anything but interesting...

But enough of that. I have been having Thoughts. Thoughts about The Future.

Now, this is odd for me. I've never had a goal in life, other than getting something published. I've never had a life I wanted, a lifestyle I wanted to live, or something that I am truly passionate about. I have always envied those that have these things, that have always had these things when I had nothing. I didn't want to be anything when I was growing up, just a writer and a stay at home mom. Neither of those will keep me fed. Neither of those is enough.

So. I have been throwing my all into my garden and my cooking and cheesemaking, and you know what? I found what I want to do with my life. I'm going to have a farm that is as self sustaining as possible. I've had the threat of the whole world collapsing hanging over my head for my whole life, and, dammit, I'm just going to learn how to feed myself and those I love. There can be no higher calling, in my thinking, than the production of food. Everyone needs it. Some may look down on it because they do bigger, better things, but they would sure miss it if someone wasn't around to grow it for them.

So. I will have a hippie commune. Anyone is welcome, any time.