As I sit here writing this, my babies are still asleep in the next room and Matthew is doing yoga, warming up from his morning Ice Bath. Soon he’ll head outside to start milking the goats.

Every day, twice a day.

It’s that milk that will be turned into cheese, and that cheese that we will sell to the stores.

It’s the same exact story I was writing five years ago when this dairy was brand new and Matthew and I were running on the fumes of a wild and outrageous daydream to run a profitable operation that honors our goats and doesn’t sacrifice our planet.

Except, it isn’t EXACTLY the same.

You see. We are no longer the only milkers and cheesemakers, and, we are no longer out there hustling cheese out of our coat pockets, begging people to buy it.

This farm. This stupid little farm that plenty of people thought was a joke and a hilarious short sighted attempt to pay our bills…is doing just that.

This Spring we hired our first official, we pay taxes and everything, employee and we now have a deeply established relationship with not one, but two distributors who believe in our product, believe in us, and, thankfully, do almost all the administrative work to sell our cheese in stores and homes up and down the I-5 Corridor.

Matthew and I are still intimately involved in every aspect of this dairy, and we’re still inspired by the work we are doing on this farm—we’re just not wholly consumed by it.

The same people who got licensed to sell cheese while nursing (literally) a severe case of mastitis and a one week old newborn…who worked two full time jobs in addition to starting a first generation goat dairy…who hauled their 2 year old and newborn to Farmer’s Market after Farmer’s Market in a futile attempt to sell cheese…who made countless expensive mistakes, sacrificed sleep, time with family, and, without a doubt, their sanity…those same people gave themselves permission to untether themselves from the internet.

This Summer I deleted all social media off my phone. It was a bold move, especially considering I’m a small business owner who knows just how important marketing is to making a living. But, I’m also a mom who, in just a few short days, will be sending her last baby to Kindergarten. For the sake of my soul and my sanity, I needed to commit to a Summer that minimized multitasking and maximized being present in our children’s lives—lives which, up to this point, had been punctuated by the blood, sweat, and tears (so many tears) of running this dairy. I owed it to them, and myself, to reduce the amount of pressured and frantic work that is inevitable when you try to do all.the.things on a computer that fits in your pocket.

It was a deliciously long, magnificent technology break brimming with adventure and rooted in gratefulness.

And while I originally allowed myself to take the break because I wanted to gobble up my children with my whole heart, for the first time in a long time I felt myself feeling more creative. I found myself laying in bed, my family burrowed around me, dreaming about the future of this farm—plotting and scheming about how Matthew and I can continue our never-ending quest to provide the highest quality food possible to our community while also healing a planet that, selfishly, I’d like my children to be able to survive in without navigating an apocalypse.

There are incredible, exciting things brewing in our little corner of the universe and I feel hashtag blessed to be approaching them with a renewed and invigorating sense of self and purpose…and yes…the internet.

But this time, I’m doing it on my terms and, only during office hours. Yes, office hours. I’m not sure why it took me so long to figure this out, but, from the hours of around 4:30/5 am to 6:30/7 am I head into my itsy bitsy closet of an office and devote my whole brain to the administrative and marketing work of this farm. Work that, miraculously, gets done a whole lot faster when you’re not multitasking it on your phone. Surprisingly (or not surprisingly) the other work of the farm also gets done faster when you put your whole ass into it. Working more efficiently means one thing—more time to spend doing the things you love with those you love.

When we fill our days with things that ignite our souls it’s easy to be inspired.

When we’re inspired, it’s easy to work towards a goal.

When we have goals we achieve more—which creates momentum—which translates into success…whatever that looks like to you.

Or maybe not.

Maybe it’s all hogwash and there is no big revelation when it comes to work/life balance.

In which case…who cares.

It’s your life and yours alone to seize.

But if I may offer just one helpful suggestion when it comes to feeding your body for success.

Matthew and I started this farm because we were passionate about crafting impeccably produced food—from the way it was made, the way it tasted, and, most importantly, the way our bodies felt when we consumed it…we knew that living an adventurous and robust life required the proper fuel.

Put good stuff in, get good stuff out.

Lost Peacock Creamery Chevre IS the good stuff—the perfect accompaniment to the pursuit of an intentional life.

Heading into the mountains? Perfect, throw it in the freezer before you leave so it can defrost on the trail. Needing some solid brain food while working on a particularly tough project? Our cheese will not only fuel your productivity, it’s scientifically proven to leave you feeling satisfied, which means you can focus on your project, not your hunger. Feeding kids and trying to stay away from processed foods? Our cheese has just a few ingredients and you can pronounce all of them. Put it on some crackers with some jam and watch them grow big and strong.

I mean…I could go on and on…but my babies are stirring and my office hours are almost done—it’s time to put the technology down and dive head first into my day.

Cheers!

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A much needed break...