It has been a while since I’ve had a substantial blog post on here. Sure I’ve added a few photos here and there, but I’ve been fairly quiet. You may have noticed the Facebook page has gone pretty quiet for the most part too.
Yes, life has gotten in the way, but I’ve also been dealing with those who have tried to discourage me from my passion for agriculture, blogging, and the farm.
Words hurt. They can get to you quite easily. I have always been a person who has had their feelings hurt easily, although I typically don’t let it show. My mom even wrote that in my baby book. I often choose not to say anything out of fear that someone will be hurt or will misunderstand what I am saying. Those that know me on a personal level, know that I have a flair for sarcasm, and if you don’t understand sarcasm, you’re probably not going to like what I have to say. So often at family events or other outings, I choose not to say much of anything. Then I get told I’m rude for not talking. Does anyone else have the problem of being an introverted extrovert? This is how I am when meeting new people or I’m around people I’m not comfortable with. Anyone else feel that way?
So where is this going? Let’s just say I have encountered some people who like to throw bricks. They try to discourage. Some days it seems out of jealousy, while other days, I’m not sure what it is at all. I stated before, that I take words to heart, and I know I shouldn’t. But being only human, I do. I did that. I didn’t post much on here for quite a while. I felt like I shouldn’t for some reason. I felt like I needed to justify who I was or what I was doing in order to even post. I stopped posting on our Facebook page. Why should I, if I didn’t have support and instead just negative bricks thrown at me?
Then I came to a big old realization and a phrase my momma says sometimes, “If they don’t like it, well, piss on them.”
I don’t have to justify to anyone for going out and spending time driving the combine or helping change shovels on a cultivator or bringing a warm meal out to the field. I don’t have to justify to anyone why I love farming so much, that I am extremely involved in multiple organizations based around agriculture and that I would rather make them a priority than other things in life. I can do all of this because I FARM. My husband and I farm. We don’t own any land, we rent land. We work hard. We have full-time jobs besides our farm. We have livestock in the form of honeybees that have to be tended to.We also have a horse, where I am lucky enough to have friends who can stable her for me, but I still am there as much as I can taking care of her. We farm. So yes, we have to be there during spring planting, during harvest season, to fix equipment, to make financial decisions at the bank, to meet with a seed salesman, to feed our honeybees, and so much more. It isn’t an optional thing. It is our livelihood.
A role as a farmer’s wife or farm wife or farmHer or just plain farmer goes way beyond making sandwiches for the people working in the field now a days. We drive equipment, pick out seed varieties, fix equipment, run for parts, sell grain, do the books, feed livestock, and yes, do the laundry too. I have never been what some view as a “traditional” farm wife, nor will I ever be. I will never be made to feel bad about my choice to farm and help the agriculture industry, in any way I can.
I will continue to build my foundation with the bricks I seem to have gotten thrown. Yes, it knocked me for a bit, but now I’m using it to fuel me. My passion is strong as ever, and I’m thankful for those who have chosen to support me, and my husband on our journey. It has not always been easy. We are still figuring out our role on the farm. We are still figuring out our next steps as farmers. Every day is different, but we are working towards our goal because we love farming, we love the land, animals and couldn’t imagine our life without farming. Thank you to those who have encouraged me, given me advice, and serving as an inspiration. I am going to begin to make every effort to say thank you to those who have made an impact on my life, and let them know they serve as an inspiration to me, and have helped me with my foundation.
Have any of you experienced bricks in your life? In the form of events or people? How did you overcome them and use them as your foundation?