{"id":3620,"date":"2015-05-07T23:56:05","date_gmt":"2015-05-08T03:56:05","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/gollypolly.com\/30473\/?p=3620"},"modified":"2015-05-07T23:56:05","modified_gmt":"2015-05-08T03:56:05","slug":"im-a-pig-farmer","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/gollypolly.com\/30473\/?p=3620","title":{"rendered":"I’m a Pig Farmer…"},"content":{"rendered":"

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I decided to give this blog thing a rest, once and for all.\u00a0 So this time\u2026 I figured I would just stop without the long \u201cgoodbyes\u201d\u2026 which never manifest anyway.\u00a0 But in two days, I\u2019ve had a lot of people ask me to reconsider.\u00a0 So, Kid Wednesday is back on a Friday.\u00a0 And here is what we missed\u2026.\u00a0 a big DANG day I\u2019ll tell you.<\/p>\n

Yesterday, I got my first farm animals ever.\u00a0 Now, imagine my joy and ultimate exuberance.\u00a0 You see, as I just mentioned\u2026.this is a first for me. A brand new day\u2026. with FARM animals in my life.<\/p>\n

Which has given me cause to reflect on a couple of things.<\/p>\n

When I was a kid, I used to tell people we were pig farmers.\u00a0 I have NO clue in my little brain\u2026. as to the \u201cwhy\u201d of this.\u00a0 We lived in the city of Dayton, Ohio.\u00a0 House by house by house.\u00a0 Sidewalks, streetlights, and traffic. The only popular pig of the time was Porky.\u00a0 And he was really none-too-popular.\u00a0 (I think it was the stutter\u2026 coupled with his obesity.)<\/p>\n

So why did I fabricate this pig-curly-tale?\u00a0 I just don\u2019t know other than the fact it was a precursor.\u00a0 A foretelling of my future in the Land of the Famous Pork Festival, Farmers, and Field Corn.<\/p>\n

Psychic Child?\u00a0\u00a0 Well, I doubt it.\u00a0 I couldn\u2019t see the nose on my face most days.\u00a0 And as it turns out, the prophecy was upended.\u00a0 We are not currently pig farmers at all.\u00a0 On the contrary, we happen to be chicken farmers at this point in our lives.\u00a0 Yes, yesterday morning, 15 Orpingtons came to us in the mail.\u00a0 Chipping and a-chirping and pecking and scratching.\u00a0\u00a0 We have named two.\u00a0 Nellie and Tawny.\u00a0 This name selection could prove to be quite the arduous process.\u00a0 How do you put a name on \u201ccute and fluffy?\u201d<\/p>\n

But here\u2019s the thing that hit me.\u00a0 We are new at this game.\u00a0 Beginners.\u00a0 There was a time, when I didn\u2019t like being a beginner at anything.\u00a0 There is that whole \u201cawkward period\u201d of making mistakes, and letting the ball roll through your legs, or slamming the oven door shut and deflating the souffle\u2019. The faux pas.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 The blunder, the gaffe, the mishap, and the falling up the altar steps in your wedding dress.<\/p>\n

Yet, there is a beautiful thing about being a beginner.\u00a0 It is your big chance to learn, and grow, and find something new, unique, and unknown.\u00a0 It is a time when your brain is allowed to explore new heights, where your senses are widened.\u00a0 It is your fresh chance a developing some mad-skills in life.\u00a0 I love having mad skills.<\/p>\n

But isn\u2019t this each day?\u00a0 When our eyes open?\u00a0 We are beginners every single day, with new opportunities.\u00a0 New possibilities.\u00a0 Each morning we are given the gift of life.\u00a0 And we, in ourselves, are miracles.\u00a0 We have conscious minds, and bodies which work without any help from us.\u00a0 We are marvels.\u00a0 And each day, we can make choices to begin again, and again, and again, and be marvelous.<\/p>\n

Each day.\u00a0 As chicken-scratching-corny-on-the-ground, as it may sound\u2026 today, is in fact a new day for us.\u00a0 Beginners.<\/p>\n

We have it in our power to begin the world over again.\u00a0 —\u00a0 <\/span>Thomas Paine<\/strong><\/em><\/div>\n
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Failure is simply the opportunity to begin again, this time more intelligently. —\u00a0 <\/span>Henry Ford<\/strong><\/em><\/div>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

I decided to give this blog thing a rest, once and for all.\u00a0 So this time\u2026 I figured I would just stop without the long \u201cgoodbyes\u201d\u2026 which never manifest anyway.\u00a0 But in two days, I\u2019ve had a lot of people ask me to reconsider.\u00a0 So, Kid Wednesday is back on a Friday.\u00a0 And here is […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-3620","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-nowyouseeit"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/gollypolly.com\/30473\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3620","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/gollypolly.com\/30473\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/gollypolly.com\/30473\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/gollypolly.com\/30473\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/gollypolly.com\/30473\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=3620"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/gollypolly.com\/30473\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3620\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3626,"href":"https:\/\/gollypolly.com\/30473\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3620\/revisions\/3626"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/gollypolly.com\/30473\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=3620"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/gollypolly.com\/30473\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=3620"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/gollypolly.com\/30473\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=3620"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}