Some days, I fantasize about ditching the animals and land to live the high life, snagging meat and eggs from Costco like a suburban ninja. Other days, I slap myself back to reality, remembering the mission: building a small, sustainable farm stay that doesn’t involve me wrestling chickens at dawn. It’s a wild tug-of-war between craving convenience and chasing the dream, but I’m sticking to the muddy-boots endgame. Hopefully 😏