It Is Done

It’s been a 24 hour marathon of hard work throughout eves into early morn, and barely making the drive back home.

The trailer is cleaned, holes outside from dogs are filled, dirty hay cleared, garbage ready to be hauled, and the wood chips distributed in the front yard.

I am done with night driving, done with homesteading, done with pushing heavy wheel barrows full of rotting whatever to the pile of compost and barely not slipping and breaking something.

I am done with the toil without yields, always pushing the boulder uphill that inevitably slides back down.

I am done with intangibles that rarely produce results.

I am done with never being good enough and working hard to create bounty – only to reap empty fields.

I am done with being lost and never found.