Things change, and then they change and change and change.

Im struggling for work-life balance and failing, desperately, miserably, hopelessly. My job is good, the weight it demands is not.

I want to live on acres and acres. I want to build a simple meaningful home with my hands, with my mind, with my soul.

I want to plant a garden, preserve a harvest, sustain my family with fruits of my own labor, from my own dirt and clean flowing water.

I want my children to know hard work, rich soil, sunshine, mountains, peace, pure joy, themselves. I want them to lust for simplicity and goodness, not for commercialism.

I dont really think this is too much to ask. I just have to figure out how.