
04/19/2025
People often tell me, “You’re so lucky—living the dream life with all those animals.”
And you know what? In a way, they’re right.
It is a dream. But like most dreams worth chasing, it’s wrapped in sacrifice.
You don’t see the 10-hour workday I finish before heading to the barn.
You don’t see the stalls I clean in the dark, the hay I haul in the rain, or the fences I fix in the snow.
You don’t see me sitting next to a sick calf at 2 a.m., whispering, “Please pull through.”
You don’t see the vet bills, the sore muscles, or the tears after heartbreak.
What you do see are the snapshots I choose to share—the adorable goat, the napping pony, the peaceful pasture. And yes, those moments are real. They keep me going. They remind me why I do this.
Would I trade this life for something easier? More relaxing? Less stressful?
Nope.
Because this isn’t just a job—it’s a calling.
These animals are my heart.
This land is my therapy.
And this life—tough as it is—is exactly where I’m meant to be.
I wouldn’t have it any other way. 💛