Peace

So I'm on a layover reading some women's mags. I read the cooking stuff, the decorating stuff, and I feel okay. A little anxious actually. Like there's no way my house will ever live up to the magazine's ideal or even though I rip out recipes I know they'll get lost in the pile. Then I pick up an alpaca magazine and peace descends on me. There is just something right about what I'm doing with my life. My life that is not my job. My other life. Even though every trip to the barn is uphill (in the winter this is so much fun!), as soon as I'm inside I can't help but smile. I'm striving to do the best I can with my animals but all they really expect is some grain and hay. Honestly I wish humans were this easy to please! My husband says I spoil them. Yes, I probably do, but they are my kids you know! Anyway, back to peaceful, when I get home from work feeling just a bit drained by lots and lots of human contact, I just head uphill to the barn where it's okay if it's alittle messy, and feed my 'kids' some grain(this involoves just pouring pellets in a bowl) and we have achieved nirvana, heaven, peace.