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I'm actually afraid to start typing. Because if I do, I'll keep adding words, ideas will build, and at the end I'll click "publish". That, my friends, is terribly unnerving as I'm about to join in a blogging adventure initiated by The Nester in which I will attempt to post for 31 days in a row. The goal is to write brief but targeted posts and since I've been so absent here lately, why not do a cliff dive and decide to just free fall into either epic success or dismal failure? What could possibly go wrong?
Liberty Farm is the topic and I've got maybe 5 days worth of material loosely formed in the gray matter. Ah hah, now you understand don't you? Although I've thought about it, I've not planned ahead sufficiently, and there's that niggling phrase that began as a helpful whisper but is now pretty much an irritating jingle - "She who fails to plan, plans to fail." Yup, that's me, the planning failer.
But, I've got a little secret - I "perform" reasonably well under pressure. In fact, it's often my most effective motivator. Furthermore, I'm pretty sure the blog police (could exist, maybe not, I've heard it both ways...), don't have their eyes on me, and what's the worst thing that could happen if I mess up or get derailed?
So, I'm gonna try. My greatest concern is that I might frustrate you, the most valuable part of this blog - my reader. But, you're not like that are you? You is good, you is kind, and you're ok with me trying, right?
The kettle's on. The mugs are clean. Coffee or tea - your choice. The door is open.
Won't you come on down to the farm?