farm life Serendipity or Something Like It. Amy Smith ·February 23, 2025 ### And The Moments That We All Too Often, Take For Granted. I will be the first to admit that sometimes life starts to move a little too quickly and I lose sight of life's little details. I get caught up in some silly thing or another and lose track of staying present. I am lucky enough to say that I truly love every aspect of my job, which seems slightly off putting to refer to as a "job" because there is nothing I would rather spend my time doing — not to mention the added bonus of creating and building this little leafy dream with Nick. This past week has been so crazy and sort of a blur but for the first time, in what feels like way too long, we let every drop of it sink in. I even allowed myself the time to remember that I am living the coolest life I ever could imagine and as the memories of the last year and a half flooded my mind I remembered how lucky I am to be letting this dream continue to grow. You could say this week has made walking into the last couple years of my 30's so simple and feeling like I am exactly where I am supposed to be. Simply put, because at some point or another it's something we all do — we all let life get the better of us briefly and we get that nagging feeling of being "stuck." I personally have a very bad allergy to being stagnant in life. It can be my greatest super power and my biggest vulnerability. My brain moves quickly and I get ahead of myself from time to time, usually to the point that I am so overwhelmed that I lose sight of the beautiful things that are staring me in the face every single day. I will openly, and a little too proudly, admit that I am stubborn and can be argumentative. But I can admit these things just as easily as I can admit that I am loving and protective — and have this feisty little thing in me that makes it actually impossible for me to keep my mouth shut if I feel like someone is overstepping in how they choose to speak to another human being. In my very humble opinion and maybe most importantly, I will be the first to admit I have never been called a well-behaved woman — and I am damn proud of it. If being a less than well-behaved woman means that I am willing to stand up for the things and the people I love, that I am willing to hold accountable those who have caused myself or my family harm, that I am willing to protect those who need protecting to the very best of my ability — how could I ever be anything less than proud? I am far from perfect. There will be days I fall short, there will be days that are just a bit too heavy, and there will be days that I will get lost in my head. My hope is that if nothing else, this reminds someone that no matter the situation and no matter how unaware you may be of it at every given moment — you, and I, are never really alone. After so many days of bitter cold and gloomy skies everything starts to feel as gloomy on the inside as it looks on the outside. Much like the world waking up from the frozen tundra that has been the Midwest lately — I woke up this morning to see grass, and feel the promise of spring around the corner, and with that there is a break in the cold. All of the gloom melts away and you feel the warmth of the sun on your skin again. Suddenly you can start to see that with or without the challenges there will be a way through. So take a deep breath of the spring-like air and remind yourself that for whatever it is that makes you, you — YOU ARE INCREDIBLE. I have never wanted an "ordinary life." I don't really think I know what this even means anymore. I have never followed the path more frequently followed. I have taken every side trail, detour, and side quest in almost every aspect of my life — and the way my life ultimately unfolded, it was pretty much the only option. I like to believe that my childhood self would be pretty proud of what we're trying to do. I am very blessed with the people I have found along the way. The sheer number of people who share a similar view, or passion, or appreciation to focus their lives on the little details of life. People who didn't take the paths frequently followed and — whatever that passion is or was — stuck with it because they knew the potential that it had, that they had to bring to the table, and that it would be worth it and it would be important. We need the growers, the chefs, the creators, the outside-the-box thinkers and the rule breakers. The Dreamers. We need the rebels, the people who won't follow a rule book if it doesn't feel right. These are the people who have unknowingly showed up exactly when I have needed them and have shown an unmatched amount of kindness to both Nick and I. If this journey into really bringing Leafy Dreams to life has taught me anything, it's simply that if you pay attention something will show you when you're on the right track — and even on the worst of days there will be that stubborn little voice in the back of your head that will just make you work harder and fight a little smarter to bring your dreams to life. Next time life starts moving a little too quickly I hope I remember to take a deep breath and remember how lucky I am to be here, and how lucky I am to be chasing my dream. Stay wild and Stay Leafy A A Amy Smith Leafy Dreams Iowa ← Previous patience-and-fortitude-conquer-all-things All Posts Next → Dreamy Deliveries: The Greens That Inspire Us to Keep Growing
