Homestead BFF

  Let me paint you a picture. It’s early morning. I’m sipping coffee on my porch, looking out over a garden I planted with my own hands. The tomatoes are ripening, the herbs smell like heaven, and the chickens are clucking happily in the background. My kids are still sleeping, the house is quiet, and I know that later, I’ll sit down at my laptop and work on a business I built—not for a boss, not on someone else’s schedule, but for me. This is my freedom lifestyle, and it’s not just a dream. It’s my reality. But let me...