I have a thing for heavy-duty pickup trucks, and late nineties Fords make my toes tingle. My love affair with the Ford F-series trucks began when I was probably around 15 and visiting my Uncle Max and Aunt Penny in Lakeview. I have a distinct memory of riding down Hwy 140 from Cottonwood Lake in the roomy back seat of their new diesel F-350 Crew Cab, listening to the local country station and watching the sagebrush desert fly by. In that moment, I wanted it. I wanted a farm/ranch, a four wheel drive truck, and wide open country spaces.
Just ask Keith – I’ve been looking at Ford F-series pickups online and rubbernecking as we drive by car dealerships the whole time we’ve been together. And now, I own a farm. Thus, I need a pickup, right!? Well, the stars recently aligned and I found myself the exceedingly proud owner of a 1997 Ford F-250. I realize it’s a little old, it’s not the most fuel-efficient vehicle ever made, and you’re probably thinking this vehicle is not worth all the love I’m pouring into it. But this truck represents a dream come true for that 15 year old girl inside of me and I’m just going to allow myself to get just a little sentimental over it.
C’mon, admit it, ain’t she a beauty?
“Enjoyment appears at the boundary between boredom and anxiety, when the challenges are just balanced with the person’s capacity to act.”
Read that quote first ^^^. If you’re anything like me, you skip over quote-y stuff, but this whole post is about the above quote, so just read it.
I hear some people struggle with one side of the spectrum – anxiety. I, on the other hand, am perpetually bored. As a kid, I had a dog-eared paperback book with a title that went something like, “Things to Do When You’re Bored”. I credit this book with teaching me all kinds of useful and useless activities, from entrepreneurial enterprises to stamp-collecting to making fireplace logs out of newspaper (I don’t recall my parents ever using our fireplace). This book was the bible of my elementary school years. I distinctly remember my mom saying things like, “When you’re a grown-up, you’re never bored. You just have too much on your mind to be bored.”
So, I waited to grow up and be un-bored. In college, I veered towards the anxious side of the charts, as I added on so many minors and credits and work study hours and RA activities in an effort to avoid boredom that I nearly lost my mind. My harried life came to a halting stop when I suddenly graduated, got married and was unemployed. Boredom set in big-time.
I’ve had a few jobs since then. I was always miserable or bored to tears. Somewhere in the middle of it all, I realized: I’d rather endure anything than be bored. Oh lord, anything but boredom.
So, I started a business. And then I started another business. And then the businesses became successful, and now I’m running around like crazy. And guess what? There is so much enjoyment in this place and I’m soaking it up. I like this balance between boredom and crazy. Maybe I just like a challenge. Got anything else for me to try?!
The smile on my face in this photo doesn’t portray the exhaustion I felt at the time. We were at the tail end of our third 16 hour day in a row, had just butchered 200 chickens and still faced a lot of clean-up. It was one of the few times I had stopped moving all week.
But this is the good life. I wouldn’t trade all the long days of hard work for anything. (Well, maybe the occasional Caribbean beach vacation with a rum cream.)
I love this picture because in it, I’m surrounded by my favorite things. A pot of strong, black coffee, my border collie Emmie, my wonderful husband (behind the camera), a beautiful farm with my animals on the pastures and a house in the background where Beverly has a bowl of chowder warming and Fritz has a hot toddy waiting for me when it gets dark.
I think this is going to be a very good year. From the friends who have shown so much support for all our endeavors, to exciting conversations with chefs about the future, things are looking so promising. There is lots of hard work in the future, but you can bet I’ll still be smiling.