Robyn Giles

Taking on a Chance

As I sit here watching the leaves blow in the wind, the smell of manure potent flowing through the air catching my every breathe. Trying to bring myself to carry on working but I’m so exhausted, exhausted from the heavy lifting, exhausted from the constant battering my body has to take every day, exhausted from frequent weather changes from the bright sun light on a frosty morning to the hail beating down on my back as I’m walking through the fields in what feels like a 500 miles away. Am I just feeling sorry for myself. I don’t know. All these thoughts crashing through my mind wave after wave, why do I feel like this? Is it just this place? Am I actually fine? god I’m getting worked up, calm down, calm down.