by Jess Fellows

Some days are just plain tough. They hit without warning and drag you down. It’s on days like these that I wish you could run away and partake in a profession that is simple. Green hills, a flock and mans best friend by your side.

Even when your life is more like herding cats than it is herding sheep, sometimes you need to suck it up and simply keep on plodding. The day will end (probably with a glass of vino in hand) and the next day will be a new day.

Though those green hills … ohhhh they do seem rather appealing!

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