This morning I cried over spilt milk. I cried over spilt milk and a temper lost. I cried over my pride and vanity. I cried over my perfect vision interrupted by a goat's kick of a pail. Then, I wallowed in those tears and spilt milk a few moments.
You see, Wild and Free is hosting a fun celebration for those attending the Frisco conference. By posting a pic of the souvenir ticket on certain dates you receive gifts. Fun, right? Well, it's always fun till a goat steps in your pail of milk. I'd envisioned a curated picture of me milking Sugar and my ticket against the pail for today's post....except I sort of needed a third hand. I didn't have a third hand, nor any common sense at this point. Trying to hold my phone from above for just the right angle and still have one hand in milking position, Sugar decided she'd had enough of my tomfoolery and put a stop to any further photo ops. You can't make predictions with livestock, yet I knew even as I planned this out that it would end badly. I knew and still had the audacity to lose my temper and say things I didnt mean when things didn't go according to plan. Sigh.
I had compared myself to other pictures in this play along celebration and I lost. No, it's not a competition. I mean that I lost myself in the vanity and pride of trying to have just the right pic. It is said comparison is the thief of joy, and rightfully so. After those brief few moments of bruised ego and ugly feelings I had a good laugh at myself. I hope you do as well.
Will I still play along in the celebratory game? Of course! But, no more milking pictures. I promise. 😂🐐🐐🐐
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