And it couldn't have come at a better time.
I went home to Malad this last weekend. My nephews were doing the muttin' bustin' at the rodeo on Friday.
They did great. A face full of dirt, a few bumps and bruises and two exhausted kiddos.
Then on Saturday after getting "gently" woken up by the cutest 5 year old that existed I took a leisurely walk on the farm. I forgot how much (and maybe didn't realize before) I love the farm life. The smells, the simplicity, the pure hard work. Maybe that is why I feel so anxious here in Utah county.
The rest of the day was full of trips to the hardware store to get parts to fix the tractor, watching my brother and uncle work, riding horses, riding four wheelers, and remembering what's important.
Saturday was also my sister-in-law's birthday so I volunteered to watch the kids so they could go to dinner. So my weekend ended with me bonding with this little doll.
Solution to my problem - get back to my roots.