You Sound Miserable on Your Homestead..Let Me Explain

Someone once said to me,
“You sound miserable on your homestead.”
And sure — if happiness is measured by how often someone mutters under their breath while fixing a fence, I can see how that conclusion was reached.

Yes, I complain.

I complain when chores take three times longer than they should. I complain when animals do something spectacularly dumb despite my best efforts.

I complain when I realize I need one more hand and, unfortunately, did not grow a third arm overnight.

But miserable?

Not even close.

The truth is, I love my life more than I ever have.
Yes, the work is hard.
Yes, the work is exhausting.
Yes, sometimes I wish for a full night of uninterrupted sleep and a quiet nap.

But the rewards?

They outweigh every sore muscle and every dramatic sigh.
Because while you might hear me complaining about fixing a fence, what you don’t see is the look on my face when it’s finally done.

That quiet, powerful feeling of “Yep. I did that.”

I fixed that fence.
I grew those vegetables.
I saved that baby’s life when it entered this world breech.

Those moments don’t always make good soundbites.

They don’t always show up in photos.
And they usually come after a lot of sweat, dirt, and second-guessing.

So yes — there will be complaining.
Yes — there will be tears. Some happy, some not.
That’s part of choosing a life where you build things with your own hands and learn as you go.

But remember the feeling you had the first time you did something someone said you wouldn’t be able to do.

That feeling — the pride, the strength, the quiet I proved it to myself —
that’s the real homestead life.

So yes, I’ll complain.

I’ll vent.

I’ll be tired and dirty and occasionally overwhelmed.

But I will also keep choosing this life — the hard, beautiful, deeply earned one.
Because miserable people don’t build lives they’re proud of.
And this one?
I built it.

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