My view from the milk stool is about my future. If I were a smart and serene person, I wouldn’t be thinking about my future at all, but I’m not serene nor am I often very smart.
I wrote in my last post that I found an excellent program that offers a dual MBA/MS in sustainable leadership and food systems. That’s so up my alley it isn’t funny. The college, Prescott College, is attractive as well. This is silly, but it reminds me a lot of the former Black Mountain College. Granted, I’m no where near talented enough to have attended Black Mountain College, but I can dream can’t I.
The problem, just like when I was considering the Savannah College of Art and Design, is the price. It’s much more expensive than the UNC system. I completed the application process yesterday. I have applications pending at both UNC-Greensboro and Wilmington.
So, do I stay safe and continue with UNC or do I do what my dreams are made of? Lots to ponder while I’m milking my goats.
It’s raining this morning and to listen to the sounds of the milk stream hitting the pail and the rain on the metal roof on the barn is so soothing. The only problem with that picture is when goats who are waiting bash each other against metal gates or walls and disrupt my zen moment. Goats will be goats.
Until later …