Keep your feet moving.

The rain mists outside my bedroom window, floating in and kissing my cheek when the wind changes for a brief moment, not enough to get up and close the window. I dreamt of the rain turning into a light dusting of snow, fatal to the growing season in mid-August as I scrambled around assessing the damages.
I feel scorned today. The stars must not be aligned in my favor or god(s) don't like me right now etc. I am not sure what I did or what to do now.

Usually I'm so sure of myself. No call backs from jobs has me in limbo, standing uncomfortably off balance and not sure how to remedy it. My one month cushion is gone now and I am applying at odd jobs I never thought I would apply for.

In the end, I really just wish I had a big piece of land and a workable business model. I am not scared of labor. Scared of laboring in vain, yes.

Going to visit one farm a week to ask them questions on their model, problems, and solutions they found. Going to fill my pantry and freezer with garden produce. Going to build a pig pen. Keep my feet moving, I guess.

Just hope I'm going in the right direction.