I'm out building a fence against a dove-colored December sky. Six months ago, my husband, Chris, and I bought a 46-acre farm in northeast Tennessee. Though we're equal partners in it, the farm was my idea, and I'm the primary manager. The impetus to buy the farm grew out of a career and identity crisis I was having. I was feeling increasingly insecure about the stability of my chosen profession—journalism. the same time, I'd completely burned out on endurance sports, which I'd been doing throughout my teens and twenties.