People always talk about major changes in their lives in terms of either being pushed, or jumping. I didn’t use either method to get here. I fell. After 2 years of standing on the edge, the very dirt beneath my feet eroded, and down I went. You may have heard me scream, but I doubt it. And you certainly didn’t see me. I made sure nobody ever noticed I was even standing there. But there is fresh dirt, and claw marks to show you where I was.
Though I live in the South and consider myself a Southerner, I grew up in the Midwest, and I have this idea that there is a special place in hell for Midwesterners who call too much attention to themselves. So not wanting to potentially subject myself to eternal damnation, I won’t talk about myself. It’ll be better for all of us.
But I’ll go on endlessly about my cows. Holly put out the invitation to participate in this 30 Days of November Challenge at least a month ago, and I know I was personally responsible for a significant increase in her page views as I considered joining in, and then carefully consulted my litany of excuses as to why I shouldn’t. I even waited until after the closing date to contact Holly. I told her that I knew I was too late, but if I had gotten my act together I would have done it. I was going to talk about our Murray Grey cows and call it 30 Shades of Grey, but opted for 30 Days of Vivacious Redheads, so I could talk about our Red Angus.
I’m in the middle of a free-fall. There’s something at the bottom. It might be alligators. It might be rocks. It might be Jello. And I’m not sure how far “down” is. But here in the South, there’s a phrase we use before we do anything really stupid.
“Hey, y’all. Watch this!”