Friday, September 12, 2014
This Box Is Really Small
I am so damn tired of trying to fit all my stuff in one space. Especially since this space has a designation that it is about The Tiny Farm and the soap business and happy go lucky homesteading and gentle homeschooling.
The truth is I do so many different things that have nothing to do with living in the country and making soap and raising food and such. I have a huge love of fitness and travel and healthy eating and making sure my kids experience as much as possible in this big old world.
I was feeling really boxed in by my blog name. Like I had to present a pretty picture of tiny farm life to you. A gentle voice. Beautifully filtered pictures. That is not me.
I'm a runner.
I'm a drinker.
I cuss like a sailor.
I'm a Classical/eclectic longing to unschool homeschooler.
But probably a lazy one.
I'm a homebody.
But I love to travel.
I read all the time.
I have books on every surface of the house.
I want to run a marathon.
I want to buy a paddleboard.
I want to buy a bike.
I want my kids to spend their time in the woods.
Not in the books.
Except for real books because those are awesome.
I eat healthy.
But I love sugar.
I get sad.
And I yell.
Sometimes my kids think I'm crazy.
Most of the time actually.
Also, I would die without coffee.
So where does that leave us?
Here. I guess. With me. In Arkansas.
I suppose I'm saying you should expect some changes around here.