The Cost of Discipline, Persistence and Drive

When your time is ticking, that's when thoughts rush in. 

I have less than 1 1/2 months to be in the farm. If some of you have been following my blogs, it is quite an understatement to say that I enjoy working in the farming/processing side of coffee. 

Prior to deciding to work as a coffee farmer, my main priority was to understand the value of the labor done, and to credibly speak about this side of the industry to consumers. I knew that when my time's up, I have to head to roasting. 

1 year and 1 month later, and the in-betweens of the year, I realize that a huge portion of my heart goes to coffee producers. Somehow, I find home, purpose, freedom, and a child like joy of being one myself.

and yet, I have to leave. I think that's where my mind and heart finds that conflict of loving where I'm at, and still sticking through that decision of moving onto the next step. 

There is no instruction manual on how to chase my dream. I simply stand by what my conscience tells me what to do. 

I love the big island. I really, truly, do. It's a triathlete's dream to be here. Coffee trees are here! My eyes sparkle with a drive to work. My farm mentor feeds me good food, and has answers to unending questions I have. My partner/bestfriend is here. I just love where I'm at. 

but ya see, that's the cost of being disciplined, persistent and being driven. It's to temporarily let this joy go. I know with what I'm trying to learn, I'll represent the people of the coffee industry better. Finding purpose, greater than myself makes it all more reasonable. 

Yea Danni, so suck it up and don't be a cry baby. 

Get yourself situated already.