When I was in college, I hit a point during exams each semester that I called the f*** it point. It wasn't giving up - it was a release from stress. I didn't know how things were going to get done, but I stopped worrying about it and trusted that they would. And somehow, every semester, they did.
I've hit my f*** it point on the farm. I started the week excited to be able to dig full time into the farm with two amazing employees. I knew things would be rough financially for a few weeks, but I saw how it would all come together.
Then, within 24 hours, one person quit and the other went to ER with what turned out to be a malfunctioning nerve causing micro-seizures. It's not clear how much he'll be able to work this summer, and he's decided to move to Portland at some point in the fall.
So you know what? F*** it. It'll get done. I'm not going to worry about it, I'm just going to keep plugging away and trust that it will all work itself out. My worry and fear have never changed an outcome, and they're not helping here. So f*** it.
