Personal Growth – Practical Homesteading

Growing Where We’re Planted: Moving Closer to Family and Letting Go of Fate

Do you believe in fate/destiny?

No, I really don’t believe in fate or destiny. I don’t think anyone’s life is completely prewritten. Our paths are shaped by the choices we make, the help we accept, and the way we respond when things get messy. Still, some circumstances are stronger than our willpower alone, and none of us can do it without support — from faith, family, or good friends who remind us we’re not alone.

## A Family Move That Tested Our Strength

A few years ago, my husband and I decided we wanted to live closer to our families, who were about two hours away. We were rooted on an 18-acre homestead — beautiful but not easy to leave behind. I was pregnant at the time and caring for our three-year-old, running on fumes while my husband carried most of the physical load.

He managed the heavy lifting and trips back and forth, while I coordinated with the real estate agent, cleaned, packed, transferred doctors, and researched schools. It was exhausting work, physically and mentally. Change doesn’t always feel like courage — sometimes, it’s just stubbornness and persistence one long day after another.

## Lessons in Change and Support

Through countless trips, family help, and many take‑out dinners, we finally made the move. Looking back, that season taught me how much support truly matters when facing big life changes. We can often change more than we think — and when we can’t, we can still find ways to live fully in the situation we’re in.

That perspective has shaped how I understand personal growth and mindset. The biggest shifts often happen quietly — in how we think, what we choose to let go of, and how we lean on the people who love us. Growth doesn’t always look graceful; sometimes it’s just persistence disguised as survival.

## Finding Peace Through the Serenity Prayer

When I reach the limits of what I can control, I take comfort in the serenity prayer. It reminds me to seek the courage to change what I can, the grace to accept what I can’t, and the wisdom to know the difference.

Maybe that’s not destiny at all — maybe it’s the steady, imperfect work of growing where we’re planted and finding grace along the way.

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How do you think about fate versus choice in your own life? Have you ever made a big move or change like this?

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March 1, 2026

The Scariest Button I Click as a Homesteading Mom Blogger

What’s the thing you’re most scared to do? What would it take to get you to do it?

I’ve been writing online for nine months, and you’d think the fear would have faded. But every time I hover over “Publish,” my heart still skips. It’s funny — no matter how many posts I write, that little flash of fear never really goes away.

The Scariest Button I Click

“Publish” on my most vulnerable stories.

I can talk all day about raising kids, growing food, and finding our rhythm in community. I’ve shared about my postpartum struggles and other tender seasons because I want other moms to know they’re not alone. That kind of openness feels easier now—but there are deeper stories I haven’t shared yet. The ones that changed me, stretched me, and still make my stomach knot when I think about putting them out there.

The Drafts That Wait

Some of those stories sit in my drafts folder, half‑finished, holding the hardest moments—the times that tested my faith, my patience, and my sense of self. I know sharing them might help someone else, but I still hesitate. I worry about being misunderstood, about saying too much, about people turning away. But I also know that the most meaningful connections grow when we show up honestly, even when it scares us.

What It Would Take

A clear why: Remembering that if one person feels seen, the fear is worth it.
Gentle accountability: Friends who nudge me to keep showing up.
Boundaries: Knowing which parts of my story I can hold close.
Small practice: One honest sentence at a time, letting courage build slowly.

Growing Braver

The fear never really leaves. But each time I hit “publish,” I feel a little steadier, a little stronger. I see that courage isn’t a single leap—it’s the quiet, everyday choosing to keep growing, even when it’s uncomfortable. Maybe that’s what real community is built on: showing up with our full selves, mess and all, and finding we’re not alone after all.

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The Story Behind My Name: From “Face” to Embracing Faith

Write about your first name: its meaning, significance, etymology, etc.

As the last of six girls, I drew the “leftover” name that ended up rewriting my story.

Faith was not the name my parents had planned—because they hadn’t planned any name at all. The night I was born, my mom kept suggesting options and my dad kept turning them down. Nothing felt quite right. Then my mom suggested Faith, adding almost offhandedly, “Everyone needs a little Faith.” This time, my dad didn’t argue. Just like that, Faith became mine.

For years, I didn’t love that origin story. My name felt too different, too noticeable. On the phone, if I said it too fast, people would ask me to repeat it or guess something else entirely. One child dubbed me “Face” in a moment of childhood brilliance. That pretty much summed up how I felt—misheard, slightly awkward, and more than a little self-conscious about a name that drew attention I didn’t want.

Names have a way of catching up with you, though. As I got older, I started to sit with the meaning of Faith. At its simplest, it means “belief in something greater than yourself.” That “something greater” is different for everyone—God, the universe, a calling, a purpose, or even the quiet conviction that life can be better than it is today. There is a tenderness in that idea, a kind of built-in hope. My name stopped feeling like an odd label and started feeling more like an invitation.

Faith, on its own, doesn’t magically fix anything. Belief without action can easily turn into wishful thinking. But when you pair faith with hard work, grit, and determination, it becomes a powerful force. It keeps you moving when the path is unclear. It nudges you to try again after a setback. It whispers that the effort is still worth it, even when the outcome isn’t guaranteed .

Now, when I introduce myself, I do it with a little more warmth toward that younger version of me who cringed at her own name. I carry a word that reminds me daily to look beyond what I can see, to trust that there is more possible than what is obvious, and to keep showing up and doing the work anyway.

Everyone may not need me, exactly—but everyone does need a little faith. And somehow, over the years, that has become something I’m proud to embody.

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My Mission: Growing Food, Raising Kids, and Building Community — A Path Back to Connection

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“We’re stronger together.”
— A lesson from the land, the past, and the heart.

Some days, I find myself wondering why I share so much of my messy, joyful, back-to-the-land life. Then I remember—it’s not just a blog; it’s a declaration of purpose. I’m not just learning to grow food or raise livestock. I’m learning to build a life rooted in connection, resilience, and love—the kind of life that feels increasingly rare in our modern world.

Growing Food

My mission comes back to the words that guide everything I do: “Growing food, raising kids, building community.”

Growing food isn’t just about self-sufficiency; it’s about slowing down and remembering that life takes time. Whether it’s a full garden, a few backyard hens, or a pot of herbs on a sunny windowsill, each act connects us to the earth and to the generations who worked it before us.

You don’t need acres to begin—just a seed, a container, and a little sunlight.

Even one small step can be the beginning of a more grounded life. Each seed planted is a reminder that we can create abundance with our own hands.

Raising Kids

Just as tending the garden teaches patience, so does parenting. Homesteading is a classroom like no other—muddy, humbling, and full of wonder.

It teaches our children what no textbook can: that hard work matters, that life is cyclical, and that family is their safe harbor in a sometimes harsh world.

My hope is that my kids grow up knowing home isn’t merely a place—it’s a legacy we build with care and intention. Whether they keep chickens, plant tomatoes, or simply carry these values forward, I want them to understand where they come from and who they are.

Building Community

And then there’s community—the heartbeat of homesteading and, I believe, our survival as humans.

American society often tells us that strength comes from independence—that we should manage everything ourselves, and outsource what we can’t, because we’re too exhausted to do it all. But that version of “strength” leaves us burned out and disconnected.

True strength doesn’t grow in isolation—it blossoms in interdependence.

Sometimes that means swapping seeds or recipes; other times, it’s checking on a neighbor or being brave enough to ask for help. We were never meant to do this alone.

Lessons from the Past

When I think about how far we’ve drifted from those roots, I can’t help but look back with respect. Our great-grandparents understood community in ways we’ve forgotten.

Their lives weren’t easy—many faced relentless hardship. I once read about children in rural Wisconsin in the 1930s who walked miles to town barefoot, carrying their shoes so they wouldn’t wear them out. They’d put them on only once they reached town, because those shoes had to last—and often be passed down to the next child.

Those stories remind me that while the past wasn’t perfect, it carried wisdom worth keeping. People ate real food, raised resilient children, and looked out for their neighbors. They knew that survival wasn’t just about grit—it was about connection and care.

Planting Hope

In the end, that’s what I want my life—and this blog—to reflect. I want to inspire others to live intentionally, grow their own food, raise their families with love, and reconnect with the people around them.

Because when we nurture the soil, our children, and each other, we’re planting more than gardens—we’re planting hope. And in that hope, we rediscover a simple truth our ancestors never forgot:

We are always stronger together.

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Finding Balance and Patience: My Biggest Everyday Challenges

What are your biggest challenges?

You’d think after all this time, I’d have learned how to juggle it all—but balance always seems to slip through my fingers. The truth is, my biggest challenges aren’t bold or dramatic. They’re quiet, persistent companions that live in the corners of everyday life.

One of my greatest challenges is balance—finding a rhythm between work, motherhood, and the slower life I want to live. I work outside the home as well as inside it, which means my days are often split between spreadsheets and snack times, meetings and meals. Some mornings, I leave a work call only to find myself wiping peanut butter off the counter or rescuing a half-folded load of laundry. In those moments, I’m reminded that both roles matter—and that balance isn’t about perfection, but about presence.

A close cousin to balance is learning to give myself grace in the in-between. As a parent and partner, I want to show up patient and calm. As a person, I still fall short plenty of days. Some nights, after the kids are asleep, I replay all the times I snapped or hurried through a moment that deserved more. But I’m learning that gentle doesn’t mean flawless—it means pausing, forgiving, and trying again the next morning.

Patience is something I’ve been working on my whole life, and it remains one of my biggest ongoing challenges. It’s also one of my main focuses for this new year—learning not just to wait, but to wait well. Whether it’s slowing down enough to listen to my kids tell the same story for the third time or giving myself permission to move at my own pace, patience feels like both a discipline and a kindness I keep coming back to.

Perhaps the hardest to shake is mental clutter—that constant background hum of to-do lists, choices, and invisible labor. On my best days, homesteading helps quiet it all. There’s something steadying about digging my hands into the soil, hanging laundry in the sun, or collecting eggs in the stillness of early morning. Those small tasks return me to the present. They whisper that the work of life isn’t about getting everything done, but about doing the next loving thing.

My biggest challenges don’t come in waves—they come in moments. They live in ordinary pauses between rushing and resting, striving and savoring, criticizing and forgiving. And that’s where I’ve learned the most growth hides: not in conquering big mountains, but in walking the same quiet hills again and again until they no longer feel so steep.

What are your biggest challenges these days? Are they loud and obvious or quiet and persistent, like mine? Share your thoughts in the comments — I’d love to hear what you’re learning to balance or let go of this year.

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January 1, 2026

Looking Back and Writing Forward: My Year in Words

In November 2024, I started writing again — just for myself at first. It felt like rediscovering a familiar part of me that had been waiting quietly in the background. When I was a kid, I used to dream about being both a journalist and an author, so picking up the pen again felt a bit like coming full circle. The words started to flow, and before long, I realized how much I’d missed the process of shaping thoughts, stories, and ideas one line at a time.

By May 2025, I decided to give my writing a proper home and launched a blog. It quickly became a place for reflection, creativity, and plenty of learning moments along the way. Some posts came together easily; others made me wrestle for every word — but each one taught me something about what inspires me and what connects with readers.

A few months later, I created a Facebook page to share posts more widely and connect with people in a more conversational way. That turned out to be one of the best decisions yet. The page has grown into a lively community of over 2,100 people who comment, laugh, and share their own stories. I love that mix — serious one day, lighthearted the next — and the encouragement I’ve gotten there keeps me writing.

September brought another milestone: I started writing a monthly column for the Dodge County Pionier. Seeing my words in print for the first time was both thrilling and surreal. I’ll admit, I took a photo of that first published column just to make sure it was real! Hearing from readers who’ve enjoyed those pieces has meant more than I can say.

Since reopening that creative door a little over a year ago, I’ve drafted 123 blog posts (some better than others, haha), published weekly updates to 22 subscribers, and written four newspaper columns. Looking back, it’s amazing to see how this little writing habit turned into something that connects with so many people. In some ways, it feels like that childhood dream of being both a journalist and an author has quietly started to take shape.

As I look ahead to 2026, I want to keep building on that foundation — continuing to grow as a writer, learn from readers, and explore new ideas. Lately, I’ve been diving into local history, and I’m fascinated by the stories tucked into everyday places around here. You’ll probably see some of that curiosity showing up in my posts this year.

And since this space has become such a wonderful little community, I’d love to hear from you — what would you like to read in 2026? Are there local topics, stories, or memories you’re curious about? Drop a comment or send me a message. I’m always open to new ideas and conversations.

Here’s to another year of words, stories, and shared discoveries. Cheers to 2026 — I can’t wait to see what we’ll uncover together!

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Bridging Ideals and Reality: How Life and Family Shaped My Politics

How have your political views changed over time?

When I was twenty, I believed passion could fix anything. If you worked hard enough, cared deeply enough, and convinced enough people, the world would tilt a little closer to justice. I was young, idealistic, and certain that effort and energy alone could transform almost any problem.

I went to school for a field I loved and launched into my career like it was a calling. In those early years, purpose burned bright—I was determined to make a difference through big ideas and bigger effort. But life has a way of softening sharp edges, reminding you that true change often begins quietly and takes time.

Around that same season of life, I started dating—and later married—a man who didn’t always see the world the way I did. His political views challenged mine in ways that were frustrating, fascinating, and, eventually, formative. Our conversations were lively, sometimes stubborn, but always respectful. He listened. I listened. We debated over dinners and long drives, occasionally landing on “agree to disagree,” but never on bitterness.

Over time, those talks shaped more than our opinions—they deepened our empathy. Our love grew as our perspectives softened. We learned to look beyond slogans and to the stories that shaped each other’s beliefs. Somewhere along the way, we began to meet in the middle, not out of compromise, but understanding. We still don’t agree on everything, but the distance between us has become a bridge—worn smooth by time, laughter, and trust.

My career changed in a similar way. Early on, I rushed forward, certain that enthusiasm alone could shift systems. Experience humbled me. Real progress, I discovered, is often slow and steady, built through patience, persistence, and relationships rather than grand gestures. I’m still passionate about my work, but now with a steadier kind of faith—a softer optimism that recognizes change as a lifelong conversation, not a single triumphant moment.

Just as my outlook softened at work and in marriage, it shifted again when I became a mother. Having children refocused my energy in ways I didn’t expect. The drive I once poured into trying to fix the world now finds new meaning in shaping the smaller world within our home. Teaching kindness, empathy, and curiosity to my children feels just as powerful as any public cause. Family hasn’t narrowed my worldview—it has deepened it. I’ve learned that the most lasting change often begins right where we live.

If my younger self saw the world as a canvas waiting for bold, sweeping strokes, my present self sees it as a tapestry—woven from countless threads of experience, perspective, and love. My politics have matured the same way: less about being right, more about being real. Less about winning debates, more about listening with curiosity and grace.

What’s changed most isn’t my beliefs—it’s how I hold them. More gently now, with humility and hope—and a quiet awareness that wisdom often lives somewhere between conviction and compassion.

Have your views changed as you’ve grown older? What experiences, relationships, or family moments have shifted how you see the world? I’d love to hear your reflections in the comments below.

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The Art of Ordinary Living: Finding Creativity in Writing, Cooking, and Parenting

How are you creative?

Creativity doesn’t always look like a canvas, a stage, or a masterpiece. Sometimes, it looks like a skillet full of potatoes, a bedtime routine that finally works, or a few quiet minutes spent putting messy life into words. For me, creativity lives in the everyday—in the effort, the resourcefulness, and the love poured into small things.

Writing Creativity
I’m creative through writing. I may not write fiction, but I write with color and heart. My words capture the hum of morning chores, the smell of bread rising on the counter, and the soft sounds of my family winding down after a long day.

Writing helps me slow down and hold onto fleeting moments before they slip away. My hope is that when someone reads what I write, they see their own life reflected back at them. I hope they begin to look for beauty in the ordinary. Writing, to me, is storykeeping more than storytelling—a way to honor the simple rhythm of living.

Cooking Creativity
That same creative spirit follows me into the kitchen. Few things bring more joy than opening the refrigerator with little motivation and turning almost nothing into something truly satisfying.

My trusty skillet, a few potatoes, and some onions have saved more dinners than I can count. The sound of onions sizzling in butter and the smell that fills the house remind me that creativity often blooms from constraint. It’s about seeing what you have and imagining what it could become.

Parenting Creativity
I’m also creative in my parenting. I didn’t want to raise my children exactly as I was raised, so I’ve learned to improvise and adapt through plenty of trial and error.

Take my two-year-old daughter and the great toothbrushing standoff. For months, we tried everything—games, choices, even silly songs—but it always ended the same: us brushing her teeth while she screamed in protest.

About a month ago, we took a new approach. We simply told her this was part of bedtime—non-negotiable, like pajamas and stories. To my surprise, she accepted it. Now she even reaches for the toothbrush herself.

My son wouldn’t have responded to that method at her age, but that’s the creative dance of parenting—learning each child’s rhythm, one routine at a time.

Reflection
Over time, I’ve realized that creativity isn’t limited to what we make—it’s how we live. It’s the spark that turns routine into ritual, leftovers into a warm meal, and frustration into understanding. It’s what keeps a home vibrant, a family connected, and a heart grateful. Every time I face life’s little challenges and find a gentler way through, I’m reminded of how much beauty lives in simply trying.

We are all, in one way or another, artists of ordinary life—crafting something meaningful out of the materials we’ve been given.

Now it’s your turn. How do you bring creativity into your everyday routines?

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My Biggest Influences from Family, Homesteading, and Simple Living

Who are the biggest influences in your life?

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simple living inspiration, homesteading lifestyle, family-centered life, personal growth journey, rural living values, community and connection, self-sufficiency and family, gratitude and intention

Influence comes in many forms—some quiet and steady, others bold and life-changing. Lately, I’ve been reflecting on who’s helped shape my journey toward simple living, family-centered growth, and self-sufficiency.

Books That Shape My Thinking
Books have always been my greatest teachers. I can spend hours tucked into a good nonfiction guide—whether it’s about self-improvement, gardening, or preserving old homestead traditions. The works of Midwestern authors like Jerry Apps hold a special place in my heart. His book about rural school life reminded me of the values that built strong communities: honesty, grit, and compassion. Reading it inspired me to start writing again and to live more intentionally.

Another influential book is Ben Logan’s The Land Remembers. His stories of growing up in Wisconsin capture what I love most about rural living. He talks about connection to the land, rhythm of the seasons, and the quiet lessons found in hard work. These authors remind me that storytelling preserves the values and wisdom worth passing on.

Just as books have shaped how I think about simple living, the people around me continue to shape how I live it each day.

Community That Inspires Me
Social media has become a surprisingly powerful influence in my life. My Facebook followers bring so much joy, encouragement, and creativity. We swap garden tips, share family stories, and remind each other that we’re not alone in pursuing intentional living.

What’s even more special is how online connections can grow into real friendships. Just last week, a friend from high school reached out after reading one of my posts. We met for coffee and had a wonderful conversation. It’s one that bridged years and reminded me how connection can start anywhere, even with a simple post.
Platforms like YouTube have also become part of my daily rhythm.

Watching fellow homesteaders and lifestyle creators encourages me to keep learning new skills and to approach life’s routines with curiosity and gratitude.

Family That Grounds Me
At the heart of my life is family. My parents and in-laws are always ready to help. Sometimes, it’s lending a hand with a project. Other times, it’s offering wisdom when I need it most. My husband is my constant partner—steadfast, kind, and right beside me whether we’re tending the garden or tackling challenges together.

My children have become my best teachers. They remind me to slow down, play, and find joy in the small things. Through them, I’ve learned patience, creativity, and how to truly appreciate everyday blessings.

And my sisters hold a special place in my heart. We share humor, sorrow, and plenty of homesteading projects. Their support and laughter keep me rooted, even when life feels hectic.

Living and Learning Together
Every influence—books, community, and family—forms part of the foundation that supports my growth. They motivate me to write, to homestead with purpose, and to live each day with gratitude. Growth doesn’t happen in isolation; it blossoms through shared stories, nurturing relationships, and open hearts.

Now it’s your turn. Who or what have you found to be influential in your life?

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When Trust Feeds the Soul: Homesteading, Community, and the Power of Showing Up

Are you a good judge of character?

Some people guard their trust like a locked gate—but I’ve never been one of them. In homesteading and in life, I tend to meet others with open hands and an open heart. Out here, community isn’t just a pleasant idea. It’s something we build with every borrowed tool, shared chore, and kind word. I choose to believe the best of people, trusting they’re drawn by the same sense of purpose and generosity that keeps this way of life thriving.

When we brought our daughter home after she was born, that spirit of community wrapped around us in the most tangible way. We walked into a freshly mopped home, the dishes washed, the floor gleaming, and our table covered in homemade comfort—lasagna, sloppy Joe’s, meatloaf, and warm bread just out of the oven. It wasn’t just food; it was love, poured into every bite. Those acts of kindness reminded me that trust and connection don’t just make a community—they are the community.

Sure, now and then, I misjudge someone, and disappointment arrives like an unexpected frost. But time and again, choosing trust has brought more blessings than setbacks. It has built friendships rooted in understanding, neighbors who show up without being asked, and a shared sense that we’re stronger together than apart.

The land teaches that same truth daily. A garden can’t thrive without care, and neither can a community. When we nurture each other—with warmth, patience, and gratitude—we all flourish. That meal train, that clean house, those helping hands—they were proof that the seeds of kindness I try to plant don’t just grow; they multiply. And for that, I’ll always be thankful.

What’s one way your community has shown up for you when you needed it most?

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