WELCOME TO MY COMFORT ZONE:
The Farm. It’s hard-wired to my soul.
I didn’t always love the farm.
It’s the classic burnout story. I grew up in a town where everybody dies famous; where I felt deeply misunderstood and different; where I spent countless hours sitting in a tractor cab aching for a more glamorous life: a life where nobody knew who I was, where I could study art & psychology & cultures. A life where I belonged. At 18, I left this place with a chip on my shoulder and a vow that I’d never return.
Until the ten-year hiatus came to a halt.
Listen. The stuff that’s hard-wired to your soul…that’s a calling, not an itch.
I did live…an…eclectic life. I created art and studied psychology and immersed myself in cultures all over the world. I lived through some versions of myself who faintly became strangers.
I bloomed into the woman I love today.
Sometimes it takes distance to understand who you are, where you are.
In my first year of college, I got my first tattoo, pierced my nose, and got purple highlights; as if changing my appearance would somehow disjoint me from the identity I had in small-town America. This way, nobody would know who I was: I was safe to meet myself without ridicule.
It took all of that becoming and unbecoming and becoming again to show me it was ok to be a small-town farm girl who appreciated other cultures; who liked talking about spirituality + yoga practices and conventional corn + cattle.
I was different, and that was ok. That was necessary.
Those experiences quickly proved that I’m basically a unicorn.
Around the age of 24, I began to harness my gift of being “both.” Both an artistic, earthly yogi and a true-grit farm girl who craved getting her hands dirty every now and then. In the Ag world, I was too “hippie” and in the urban world, I was too “country.” But I preferred it that way; it frequently led to insightful discussion and new perspectives. Both parties expanded our consciousness. I often marvel at my #squadgoals: a scintillating mixture of languages, funky hair colors, and belt buckles.
You see, my unicorn-ness is my superpower. It allows me to view the world from a 3,000-feet seat. It’s a grey area where I can objectively see all sides; where my insatiable curiosity fosters deeply meaningful connections. Where I can coach, and consult and do them well.
It’s not easy to tell the whole story of self-evolution. But when we start peeling back the layers and sharing the real stuff…that’s when the magic happens. That’s when we meet ourselves and others. That’s when we leave this place better than we found it.
We’re always evolving.
When the calling to farm kept creeping in, I allowed myself grace. When I wanted to neglect it. When I didn’t think I was ready to go back rural; not just yet. I listened and I allowed.
When you honor that intuition; that inner knowing that you don’t belong amongst concrete jungles and siren-screaming streets; that you don’t belong amongst livestock and land, but that you belong no place and every place and always within, it will honor you back.
So…if this resonates…
I see you. I value you. And guess what?
You’re not alone.
Welcome to Gingerline Farms
Where you’re safe to become and un-become and become again. Where we do the work.
Where we celebrate different viewpoints, cultivate community, and live authentically-creative lives: intentionally, vulnerably, true.
I’m glad you’re here.
Now hop in that buddy seat and let’s farm!
Gingerline Creative, LLC 