Out here in the middle of nowhere, you've got to take your fun where you can get it, and I've found a little pick-me-up. Nope, it's not what you're thinking. It's goats. Baby ones.
I've found a farmer's market between the office and home that has a little pen of goats that I can feed. They are *so cute*! Every so often, when I am sick and tired of sales, conversion rates, contact strategies, branding, and just people in general, I go see my goats and pretend I'm a farmer's wife for...oh...about, 10 seconds.
The goat symbolizes many different things--from wisdom and fertility to vitality and even the devil itself. In the Mediterranean, I hear it's viewed as a guardian with the power to absorb malevolent influences, and I figure that's what's really happening when I make my regular visits. Is feeding my goats as good as going to Scoop on my lunch hour or stopping by Bryant Park on my way home from the office? You know what--it almost is.
