As thou wilt; what thou wilt; when thou wilt.
Thomas a’ Kempis
I have been farming for a very long time now. With farming there can be isolation, meaning I spend a lot of time alone and doing the work that needs to be done, while my Hero works a fulltime job. When he comes home there is always more work to do, and we try to get it done together every evening and weekend. This time of year I have to say requires the most work from both of us. This sharing of work has worked well for both of us, the entire time we have lived on this farm.
“We” are getting older, I really hate to admit that, but that is the truth. My Hero would never admit that, but I think now is the time for at least one of us to be honest here. This means I, (I am not going to speak for him) have slowed down a bit, and sometimes those easy tasks have now become more difficult. I keep up with the daily work but I have to admit it takes me longer, and that labouring has rewarded me with aches and pains that keep me miserable and awake at night. All part of normal aging, (yes I know that is what you are thinking) but, some of you may remember that I also suffer from fibromyalgia.
This hidden monster had unfortunately, in the middle of our terrible winter, reared its ugly head once again. This being said, I have continued to keep busy, and trying not to sit around letting it win. That way of thinking, has always been my mission, since I was first diagnosed. My arms were always the problem but now my legs seem to be joining the fibro team. This makes me very frustrated, and frankly a little frightened about my future in farming or my quality of life in general.
Reluctantly, I have let My Hero do more of the heavy work around here, (mostly all alone), like fixing the fences, because I cannot lift nor hold those heavy rails anymore. He also does the majority of the wood hauling and cutting now. I have been trying to find other ways to keep myself busy, and keeping my muscles and joints from ceasing up and quitting on me.
This is where this whole pole walking thing came into my life. I needed to get my arms into better shape, hopefully strengthening them. Honestly, I have also been craving more social interaction as I age. Isolation is a good thing, but I seem to not need as much of it as I used to. This could be from growing up in a house full of twelve people and those memories coming back, I have no idea.
My pole walking class is full of fun loving women. There are many of them suffering from fibromyalgia as well, and the support I get from this class is hard for me to explain. On my bad days, I do still try to get to this class and walk. Yesterday I could not use the poles, no one judged or told me I could not do the class, they encouraged me to do what I could. We laugh and share life with each other as we walk. Before I knew it we were told that we had walked 3.5 kilometers. Sure I hurt, we probably all hurt, but we did it and I am happy about that. Motivation, is always a good thing, I would say.
OK now; where does the clash between my town life and my farming life come into play here? After that very long walk yesterday I came home and wanted to curl up and eat ice cream (don’t judge) but I could not, there was much to do around the farm. After a lovely dinner My Hero and I decided it was time to move our cows to another pasture. You know where this is going, don’t you?
After many more kilometers of walking through the bush, checking the fences with heavy clothes on protecting from ticks, and possibly sweating pounds off, we let our very happy cows over to enjoy the new pasture.
I did it, I am proud that I did it, and I will continue at this pace as long as I can. I do truly believe that we all have obstacles that we have to overcome, or at the very least come to terms with. I for one now do know, that a support system makes dealing with it, that much easier. Thank you ladies.
I am taking today off. If anyone asks I am not home. Happy Birthday Pearl.