Today, 8-months later, I look back and I see how much we've accomplished in a relatively short time. We survived our first rainy season, was introduced to the raging river, managed to go without internet for a whole month, crossed obstacles, solved problems, raised some healthy (and tasty) fish, raised some happy hens (tasty eggs), learned how not to plant potatoes, what to do when white flies infest our beautiful tomatoes plants, got rid of wasps by chopping down a rotted tree, cleaned up the hatchery, did some fundraising, started to teach English, opened our B&B with what we would call success. Many firsts for us, yet it all feels perfectly natural. It feels like we were meant to do this. It kind of feels like we've been doing a whole lot longer than only 8 months. We've dug right in and it now feels familiar. Only recently we've figured what routine really works for us... I'm an all or nothing kind of gal, so I tend to either procrastinate or work like a demon for 12 hours straight I definitely had that confirmed when I started writing a few weeks ago. I sat in my chair for hours without stretching to the point it felt like rigor mortis had started to set in. I've decided since we can pretty much be guaranteed of gorgeous sunshine every morning, I will do all my outside work before lunch. Then after lunch, I will dedicate 2 to 3 hours to writing. Yesterday, I decided to write in the guesthouse (only during the days when we don't have guests, of course... that would be a little weird otherwise). I love the lighting in there, the quiet, nothing to distract me. So, as the rain starts to fall more consistently in the afternoon, I can sit and write my book. Kevin, well, he always keeps busy with one project or another. A farmer's job is never, done.
We continue to feel blessed and look forward to what tomorrow brings.