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Do we talk about it

I’m at my nephews birthday party, feeling all kinds of uncomfortable, because it’s people around me and not cattle. The kids are running rampant, hyped up on blue frosting, playing with Lego pieces which I’m certain will end up in my sister’s feet at some point in the night. I smile at that thought – because it isn’t me, or my feet. And then I hear someone talking, to me…

“How’s farming going?”


It’s a generic question right, I’m mean I’m sure he isn’t anticipating my loaded response. But what should I say. Words like hard, difficult, exhausting don’t cut it anymore. He’s a consumer, right, so he might not understand when my sarcasm comes through and I explain, well, uhh, you see, we’re on the fucking titanic and I’m not in a life boat. Why isn’t my husband here, he’s better at these questions, he’s not so e-motion-al. Emotions, hormones, all these freaking feelings that life shouldn’t be this hard. I mean I can’t afford to be in business, can’t afford to sell my business, can’t understand why for all these freaking years I’ve put time and energy into

Me: “Oh, it’s hard and a little difficult. But wow, your kids – right!? They are so big…”

It’s a generic question, better off talking about something else.

But why? Why do I feel that I shouldn’t burden the weight of my problems on people? And I’m not talking about my personal problems. The biggest issue with the current dairy industry, is that at this point if a farm goes out – it’s not because they are a BAD farmer. If any one of my neighbors calls it “enough” it’s because they were given no other option, and that, is probably the conversation we should have had. I’m not looking for pity.  I’m not expecting my customers to purchase dairy beyond their means.  Maybe, what I’m asking is that the public see some people haven’t had their wages cut, and some companies are still accepting new farms, and yet… here we float, paying for our excess milk production, going broke, and losing our ambition.

So, don’t talk about something else. Talk about our industry, whenever you get the chance. Something has got to change, or there won’t be any of us left.

Xo, Nicole

Quick Reads

Five words that get me through

I’m a fan of using F-words in life. There are 5 that get me through, sometimes all in one day. Words. Feelings. People. We use these as our support – our way of coping with the things beyond our control.

20180903_215853_0001Fuck it. Really, let’s not kid ourselves, you knew that would be first. If you doubted that would come first, then I will apologize for possibly offending you. There are situations we cannot handle, emotions we cannot deal with; say fuck it and let go.

Family. The reason we sometimes find ourselves struggling, feeling like we’ve failed, realizing all we’ve accomplished and the answeres to our “why’s”.

Friends. The like minded people we CHOOSE in life, the tribe we come to lean on and gain strength from. The ones who understand what you are going through.

Food. Maybe you are an emotional eater {like me} or maybe you find the happiest moments and best conversations include family and friends around the table or in the kitchen. BTW, alcohol IS food and will always be included here.

Faith. We have to believe in something greater than ourselves, wherever you find it or whoever you believe in, we need to have faith that things will be what they are meant to be.

When your day starts with the first F-word, let it include a few others and end with the last. There is so much to be thankful for, don’t allow yourself to get so wrapped up in the disappointment and frustration – reach out for the other words, the other feelings, the people who you can count on.

Xo, Nicole