Drawing a line under it, calling it a day, exclaiming, “it’s all over, Red Rover”; whatever title you give it, finishing something, anything, takes courage.
Effecting change is scary.
Firstly, you have to acknowledge that moment when “I’m not entirely happy…” becomes “I can’t continue…” and there’s always the chance that, once the plug is pulled, you realise what you have lost or the grass isn’t always greener and end up living to regret it. Just try typing “endings” into Mr Google and you’ll quickly discover that society isn’t that positive when it comes to saying “M’name’s Goff and I’m off.”
Oh, we don’t mean THAT. We’re all still friends and the Homestead remains in one albeit slightly weedy piece. What we are making very heavy work of telling to you is that The Farmer has decided to leave his paid employment for, if you’ll excuse the terrible pun, pastures new. After four years during which he has learnt so much and then passed it on to us, he finally made the decision he has been threatening for a very long time and we are all enjoying having the happy, mischievous, fun-loving Homesteader we all know and love back again.
At the end of the day, everyone needs to have their abilities recognised (minimum wage says a great deal) and no one likes being the reliable one that will lift, fetch, carry, or carry on while others bask in the sun.
No, he has no job to move into but has plenty of irons in the fire. We’re proud of his courage in trusting the magic of new beginnings and celebrated accordingly with too many of The Bean Counter’s homemade crepes.