Putting Old Whispers Aside

From the Farmhouse Window: A Little Chat About You (Yes, YOU!)

Hey there, lovely soul! Grab a warm mug of something delicious (maybe a splash of that rhubarb or crabapple juice we chatted about? 😉), find your comfiest spot, and let’s just… chat. No big agenda, no sales pitch, just a heart-to-heart from my little corner of the world here at Fleur on The Farm to wherever you’re reading this.

You know, sometimes I look out at the fields, or watch the bees buzzing around our hives, and I get to thinking about all the incredible people out there. And maybe, just maybe, we haven’t officially “met” yet, but I want to tell you something, and I don’t care what anyone else has ever said to you in the past. Seriously, put those old whispers aside for a moment.

You are more resourceful than you think.

You are smarter than you think.

You are younger than you think. (Okay, maybe not physically, but definitely in spirit and potential!)

And here's the kicker: You don’t need anyone else to believe in you. Just believe in yourself.

Sounds simple, right? But oh, honey, I know it’s anything but.

The Clearing & The Clutter

I know that sometimes when you’re feeling lonely, it feels like the universe is just… removing people from your life. And it’s tough, isn’t it? It can feel like a punishment, a confirmation that you’re just not enough. But what if, just what if, those “wrong people” are actually being cleared away? Not to punish you, but to create space. Space for you to truly change how you feel about you, so that the right people can actually show up. The ones who see your light, not just your shadows. The ones who add to your sparkle, instead of dimming it.

I know, I know. You’re probably tired of hearing "think positive in the chaos and all will be well." Trust me, I get it. Sometimes, that advice just feels like someone’s pouring glitter on a dumpster fire and calling it a fairy tale. And you know what? It’s okay to go to the dark places. It really is. Giving yourself permission to be angry, or sad, or utterly frustrated? That’s not just okay, it’s necessary. It’s part of being human. We’re not all sunshine and sunflowers every single day here at Fleur on The Farm either; sometimes it’s pouring rain and the mud is up to my ankles!

But here’s my gentle nudge: after you’ve visited those darker rooms, give yourself permission to live guilt-free. Give yourself permission to feel pretty, or handsome, or worthy. Because you ARE. You aren’t stupid, you aren’t ugly, you aren’t useless. Someone else, somewhere along the way, made you believe those lies, and frankly, they were wrong. Dead wrong.

Believing in yourself can be one of the hardest things to maneuver, especially when you’ve been shown differently for so long. And I absolutely, wholeheartedly, get it. It’s like trying to build a magnificent stone wall when everyone keeps telling you the rocks are too heavy or you're holding the trowel wrong. Eventually, you start to believe them.

Finding Your Sanctuary (Real or Imagined)

So, where do you go when the world gets a bit much? Find your safe place. And guess what? It doesn't have to be a physical spot. Maybe it’s somewhere you create in your mind – a cozy cabin by a lake, a secret garden, a star-filled galaxy. Maybe it's the quiet hush of a library, the rustling leaves of a park bench, or the unconditional love of a pet (my farm furkids are excellent therapists, by the way).

You have these safe places. And sometimes, when you’re feeling strong enough, maybe it’s about offering that space, that comfort, that genuine listening ear, to someone else. Because gifts don't always have a dollar amount attached, do they? A listening ear, a shared laugh, a kind word – those are priceless.

I found my safe place as a child in TV shows. (Yes, I’m dating myself a bit, but who doesn't love a good vintage sitcom?). I used to watch shows, completely losing myself in them, and then I’d imagine myself as if I was part of it. When the episode was over, I’d just continue to live that character in my head. A brave adventurer, a clever detective, a kind friend. What did that spark in my life, way back then? Oh, only creativity, resourcefulness, imagination, and a fierce belief in possibilities.

Where did the creativity for Fleur on The Farm come from? The whimsical labels, the unique scent blends, the cozy mystery that’s brewing in my mind? Well, now you know part of the story. It started with a little girl who found refuge and inspiration in fictional worlds.

The Blueprint & The Build

I didn't have the resources or even an understanding of what a "vision board" was when I was a little girl. My vision board was simply kept safe in my mind, a persistent, colourful dream that refused to fade. A couple of decades later (we absolutely will not discuss how many decades, thank you very much!), I created it. Not perfectly, not flawlessly, but I built this dream, piece by piece, right here.

I’ve had people come into this part of my story and say things like, "I wish I had what you have," or "If only I had everything handed to me like you," or even people who have left because they said, "You’ve changed."

And you know what? They’re right.

Yes, I have changed. In fact, I change every single day. I’m learning new things every day. Just like the seasons here on the farm – constantly shifting, growing, adapting.

But decades ago, that change didn’t come from things being "handed" to me. It came from learning how to be truly resourceful. It came from blending into the background, from hiding sometimes, from making a week’s worth of meals from a humble bag of potatoes and a few cans of tomatoes. It came from making soap products from scratch not because it was "cool" or trendy, but because it was a way to live, to create something from nothing, to sustain.

If you feel you have nothing, or no one? Please know that’s the only thing you need to work on believing differently. Because you absolutely do have something.

You have you. And you, my friend, have made it this far. Through everything, you are still here. That’s not just something; that’s everything.

And I promise you, with every fibre of my being, that it actually does get good. Really, truly, wonderfully good.

So, take a deep breath. Look at how far you’ve come. And then, take that first, brave, beautiful step forward, knowing that I'm cheering you on from my little farmhouse window, surrounded by buzzing bees, happy chickens, and the fragrant promise of another batch of soap.

With much love and belief in you,

Fleur 🌸

(and all the furry and feathered helpers here at Fleur on The Farm!)