Imitation

For a few months before my life changed, I had done a lot of good for the town we live in. I had started the Chamber of Commerce, put out a print newsletter about the businesses and people here, volunteered my time and energy to put together a farmer's market for local people to sell their wares and more. I never got appreciation, but imitation from others I'm now seeing. 

First the farmer's market changed over to something privately beneficial for someone. Now, a newsletter (illegally named by copyright issues) is going to happen. My carcass has been mostly devoured by opportunists in that town, but they don't realize I'm down, not out. I have a golden heart that I've given out repeatedly throughout the years, but going forward I'm going to be more deliberate with who I give to freely. You can fake things for awhile, but opportunists usually get found out by themselves. I honestly do not care. Enjoy the rush while you have it, but learn from me, things have a way of bringing you back down. 

In the meantime, I'm focusing on me. Waiting to hear back on the master's program, getting the farm more functional, and focusing on who truly are my friends. I'm flattered by all the imitation and wish them what they deserve. 

Brogan grooming Rose. Maybe a belted highland in nine months?