It happened when I took the girls to the Indiana State Fair and we saw 4-H kids showing their llamas. “I would love to live on a farm and take care of an animal like that,” my older daughter dreamily confessed.
That’s when I got that feeling.
It happened a few minutes later when we stopped by and watched a woman in historical garb demonstrate how to churn butter. For nearly ten minutes, my younger daughter was mesmerized by the woman’s skillful hands. Just one taste of the creamy concoction convinced her that we should make our own butter too.
That’s when I got that feeling again.
And every time I read about families that sell virtually all of their material possessions and drastically downsize …
And every time I read about families growing their own produce, eating only real food, and composting their garbage …
And every time I browse the outdoor section of Home Depot and think to myself, I would love to work the cash register here in the sunshine every day.
In all the above cases, I get that feeling.
That one that says: Am I doing this wrong? Could there be more to life (or perhaps I should say less) than the way I am currently living it?