Today I’m 30. A milestone day, I believe. A day that marks a point in one’s life when everything should be pretty much laid out, right?
But today, Dec. 13, 2012, 30 years from the day I first breathed breath, I am far from settled. In fact, life feels a little (or a lot) wobbly right now. A little unknown. Uncharted.
Because at the end of the year, my time at the newspaper comes to end. An end of an era. An end to basically my childhood home. My memories. My comfort. My constant. And on Jan. 1, just a few weeks after turning 30 I will be without my day job. Yes, I’m feeling a bit out of sorts.
I don’t really have any typical American ambitions for what’s next, which I’m sure would make any women’s movement ancestors of mine very disappointed. But I don’t.
I want to just be.
I want to be an un-distracted mom and wife. A caregiver to my hilarious and unpredictable animals. I want to clean houses to earn a little cash. I want to save money and try to make it work with just Matt’s income.
I want to just be. Nothing fancy. Just be.
And I really can’t wait, despite all the apprehension that goes along with the change.
It’s exciting times around here. Time to move on. Charter new territories. Create new memories. New constants. New comforts. New adventures.
Categories: Life on the farm
My name is Ginia Oehlschlager and I'm a small-town gal from Missouri. Join me as I document my crazy life on the farm with my husband and four kids. I'm always looking for frugal, simple ways to live the life God set before me. Where faith, family and fun come together on the farm.