I am desperately hoping after the end of tomorrow,
I will be the proud keeper for 3 beehives.
I am nervous I will fuck it up.
I know it will be fine, I have installed a hive before, so that won't be a problem.
The thing that is freaking me out is that I am doing a spilt of my old hive.
This is where I will be taking a few frames of brood, bees and honey out of the old hive and putting them into the new one with a new queen bee that I am also purchasing.
My queen bee is very slippery and sneaky. I have not seen her since putting her in that box 2 years ago.
I worry that I will inadvertently put her in the new hive with the new queen and then because I did that the world will blow up, mankind will fall into ruins, I will fuck up and have to try something else or ask somebody to help me.
You know, it just occurred to me (duh) That it is not the fact that I do not know what I am doing. I do know.
I think I lack the confidence because I tend to learn my stuff about life in general by reading about it.
Learning things by yourself from books is not typically followed by someone giving you the affirmation and perhaps a slip of paper that tells you and the world, that yes indeed, you know your shit, you probably won't fuck up.
I am going to remind myself that my thriving beehive is testament to the fact that I do know some shit, just not all the shit.
I will not fuck up.
My mantra for the weekend.
If you, my friends could join me in thoughts, prayers and chants of, "Cindy won't fuck up" for the rest of this weekend, it would be greatly appreciated.