Ah, I remember my last blog post like it was yesterday.
But it wasn’t yesterday.
In fact, I really don’t remember my last blog post. Probably lamenting farming or pouring sickeningly sweet words on my wife.
It has been a while. Maybe too long.
Can I still do this? Do I still have readers?
Let’s find out.
Management is very different than…not-management. Let me tell you. Wow. The things I didn’t know. The things I wish I didn’t know.
“Sure, I’ll take that promotion. Thanks.”
Geez. What a n00b.
Farming isn’t quite what you read about in the magazines. It’s not all fluffy bunnies and fresh strawberries. There is a fair portion of blood and manure and sickness and vet bills and sweat, hard work and sometimes the only sleep that can be had is when you are traveling in a car. Hope you’re not driving.
Management is similar. Less blood. Same amount of manure. Replace the vet with a talent recruiter, cull out the non-performers and drink a lot of alcohol and you’ll have the idea.
I’ve been a little stressed.
Not sleeping well. Not coping well.
Mostly this is an adjustment period. I don’t think it’s bad. Just an adjustment period. I have been forced to grow and that growth has come hard.
Look, man, I know you think this is a blog about farming but it’s not. It’s just not. It’s a blog about a farm. And I’m the farmer’s husband. So I’m going to tell you how it is on the farm.
We start our day early, milk the cow, unleash the chickens, check feed and water, shower, shave, get dressed and roll on in to work. Then people throw stuff at me for several hours until I come home to move cows, check water, gather eggs, have dinner, close up birds and fall asleep on the couch. Somebody does the dishes. Somebody cooks. Somebody does laundry. Somebody mows the grass. I don’t know who. I just try to make sure the things we need are where we need them so the work can get done.
And it does.
And along the way I try to reinforce positive relationships with and between the people I depend on.
And that’s management.
I just hope Julie doesn’t quit. I don’t think I could take that right now. I love you Boo. You are my favorite person. I need you!
I’ll try to make this blog thing happen again. I treasure the people who make time to read my nonsense. Much of my writing is more asking than telling. More wondering. Me admitting that I have no idea.
I have no idea.
I enjoy when readers take the time to minister to me or help me to puzzle something out.
Thank you for your patience. I promise to post something tomorrow…even if it’s just kitten pictures.