You don't have a commute. Which sounds like a perk. You walk out the back door and you're at work. You walk back in and you're home. Except you're not really home. Not mentally. Your body crossed the threshold but your brain is still out there — running the list, replaying what didn't get done, half-listening to dinner while planning tomorrow's first move.

Everyone thinks you have it easy. You have land. You have a name. You have what everyone wants. So why does it feel like everything is falling down around you? If you've ever carried the weight of a multi-generational farm (the 50-year to-do list, the dad who can't retire, the fear of being the one who couldn't hold it together) this one is for you.