I know I looked rough standing in the back room of the soda fountain yesterday. Glistening with sweat. Shirt half-tucked. Dishwater-soaked sleeves. Hair stuck to my face. It hadn’t been a good day. When she asked how I was doing, I teared up. I always do that when someone looks me in the eyes and asks something like that. I can’t help it. She offered a hug, and I took it. I needed it. “Can you take a day off?” she asked. ...Continue Reading
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For the last 15 years, that instinct has led me through homesteading, entrepreneurship, and creating a life my younger self could have only dreamed of.
These days, I’m less interested in living the perfect "old-fashioned life" and more interested in knowing which ideas are worth carrying forward. The first half of this story was about building a homestead. The next part is about building a life that actually fits.





