Farm Girl, me? Pleease!

I never thought of myself as a farm girl – until now. 


I was always too afraid to just be me – Just Jill.

Simple.
JOYful.
Animal loving.
Quiet mostly. Me. 


The girl who loved to smile but forever dimmed her light. 

Until now. 


If you didn’t catch it, I’m currently living my childhood dream. 


A little cottage, on a hill, surrounded by secret gardens, overlooking the sea where I sit all day and write. 


I have that, plus goats. 


And so much more JOY because of that delicious addition to what I once considered only the imaginings of a child. 


Silly. Stupid. Not for real


How often have you blown off your dreams, friend?


And the secret gardens, well ‘tis the year for them now that construction is all but – pretty please – done. 


So this childhood dream that I literally scoffed at after sharing with the Frenchman over coffee one day . . . 


It’s now my reality. 


Including the new adds of farm girl duties. Like bottle feeding Snow White. We’re down to three a day. Progress! 


And mucking out “stalls”. 

No stalls here, just goat poop everywhere

They really are messy beasts. 


And then they give kisses
and nibble on my shirt
and want hugs
and well, I’ll shuck goat poop till my very last breath. 


Because they are worth it. 


Because I am worth it. 

Living my dream – finally


And this year, 2022, is the year I actually do the action (for real) that my childhood dream stated . . . 


“Sit all day and write.”


I am a writer. And yet, how often have I gotten sidetracked


While The Farmette is also a sidetrack distraction, it’s a choice
and one I will do over and over again,
as I’m sure there will be more goat rescues to come. 


It’s who I am. It’s in my blood. It’s what I do.


Like writing. 


So in 2022, you’ll be seeing books and more books galore. 


And it’s rumbling within, 

a book about The Farmette
and all the goat lessons learned. 


I’ll be sharing the journey to Just Jill, Writer as that’s what I seem to be doing now. 


Who knew?! Open book is me. 


[ shaking head at the years spent hiding in plain sight ]


Yet, they served me. 


And now, there’s no longer a need to dim it down . . . 

So why not join me and make the coming year the most delicious one. 


Where you to step fully into your slice of sunlight. 



I’m finally writing as me,
and hot damn has it been a trip.
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Plus, a few delicious sweet-treats.


Post Photo Credit:
Jill R. Stevens

I am an author, a coach, a newly blooming goddess, and aserial entrepreneur. Words and I have always engaged in an intimate dance, and through the art of stories I share big ideas, offer pause-worthy mind-edibles, and drip what many would call “life advice”...but I simply call it truth. My truth. If it resonates with you, stick around, have a look-see. And if it doesn’t, no harm, no foul. Some people say I’m woo woo. Other people say my words changed their life. Read on and decide for yourself.

https://www.jillrstevens.com
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