Made it to New Zealand

Crazy as it might seem, it’s taken me 13 years to get here. I’m in Wellington, NZ. 

I was inspired to apply for a design/labor job with Weta Workshop 13 years ago. There was a bit of a process involved and I went through it. I got to speak with some people at Weta whose work I really admire and that was cool. I received a letter saying I couldn’t be hired due to labor laws and such. I thought that was the end of professional aspirations toward New Zealand and movie set design work.

Well, the set design aspirations have faded, but I’m here in New Zealand on other business, and that feels phenomenal and a bit other worldly. I’m here to visit cattle breeders, people who truly know and love their business of both the art and science of breeding livestock.

I finally figured out what it is I want to do in life and pursuing that passion has really made tremendous possibilities come to life. 

Of course, what truly made these former dreams current realities was a pretty major personal crash on January 22, 1998 and a second on August 23, 2012. Both bottoms were different in nature, but felt the same when hitting them. In both those cases a complete giving over to a power greater than myself was required. One day at a time I have learned it isn’t what happens in our lives that defines us, but how we respond, how we grow through what can appear wreckage at first observation.

The wind outside is blowing a gale through Wellington. It’s 5:30 a.m. local time and I’m jet lagged. The hotel walls are shaking and I’m about to go rent a car to drive out to the Pinebank Stud near Masterton. 

North and West of there I’ll visit with Cliff Shearer and Bruce Cameron who are dairymen and breeders of Jersey cattle. 

Beyond those visits, I have more to make and to other parts of this beautiful country. 

While I’ve known intellectually I’d be celebrating my 18th anniversary  as a “friend of Bill” here in New Zealand, I’m only just realizing what the last 18 years have meant.

Gratitude can be an overwhelming emotion. 

 The next post will have cows and bulls and discussions of udders and feet and dispositions and body conformation.

But for now, I’m reveling in the fact the promises in the big book come true. It works if you work it.

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