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Perspective

I went for a little walk/run early this morning. I don't really care for running, I prefer to ride a bike. I don't really like getting up early, but once I drag myself out of bed, I find that I am thankful, every single time.

This morning I just needed to clear my head. The Hubs and I are heading into our busiest season, cutting silage and harvesting crops. I feel the overwhelming sensation beginning to creep in. It's working it's way into the everyday, making the most simple of tasks, feel harder.

So this morning I forced myself out of my warm cocoon of blankets and put on my running shoes. The moment I opened the front door, I knew I had done the right thing.

The air was fresh and crisp. It was quiet and still. As I began to jog, our youngest dog joined me, but the older one continued sleeping, it was too early she said.

Then as I rounded the barn, I laughed out loud. The cattle in the pens were still sleeping. Laying down, not yet ready to begin their day, they groggily raised their heads as the dog and I made our way past them. I was up before the cows.

That tickeled me. It's the little things people.

I made my way out to the location of the new house and just sat on a big wooden fence post out there for awhile. It was totally worth getting out of bed.

I learned something new about where our new home will be. The sun comes over the trees at 6:55 this time of year.

Beautiful.

I reminded myself that all the extra hours, and lunches packed and late nights and early mornings and heating up meals at eleven p.m., and housing hired hands for harvest. All of it is going to make this dream home a reality.

Perspective.

I took a deep breath and took a mental snap shot.

I ran back to the house. Within twenty minutes I had two extra mouths at the table and three men making plans for the day.

It will all be fine.

We are blessed to just have today and I will wait to see what tomorrow brings. Before I know it, I will be looking back on today and won't believe how far I've come.

Have a beautiful Tuesday.

 

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