Why did the chicken cross the road? Ha ha. I'll bet that old joke isn't too funny to the chicken either. I mean, look at it from the chicken's perspective. That's a big road! And there's lots of perils, like those gigantic beast that whizz by, occassionally flattening one of it's coop-mates. From the chicken's perspective, crossing the road must be terrifying. Yet cross, it does.
I think the better question is how did the chicken cross the road? The answer... courage. Sometimes a chicken just has to do what she has to do. So she just sucks it up, puts one foot in front of the other and takes that step.
I guess it's the same with this chick too. Crossing that road from safe, secure suburbia to the unknown, questionable farmlife is just plain scary. I mean, seriously?!?! What am I thinking? I've got a good job(which I'll keep for now), a comfy house, all the Netflix I can watch.
Now don't get me wrong. I've been to the other side of the road before. I was raised working on my families farm. I know it's not all rainbows and kittens. It's hard work. And I'm not exactly a spring chicken any more, you know.
Yet I still feel this yearning to bury my hands in the soil and create. I want to provide for my family in a whole new way, teaching my kids and gradkids to do the same.
So like the chicken, I'll suck it up and put one foot in front of the other until I get to the othe side. Hopefully, I won't become roadkill along the way!
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