Where do I begin?

One year ago on June 20, 2012, I bought this land.  There were no buildings, exept an old mobile home, a leaky garage, and an old picnic shelter.  The road was steep and rutted, and the land was covered with briars and weeds.   Family and friends weighed in.  "Farming is hard, dirty work...  When do you have the time?...You don't look like a farmer...Why would you want to do that???" Some were silent, some loud, and some just chuckled and shook their heads.  And there were some who thought it was grand.
In one short year, many things have happened.   The picnic shelter quickly became a tool shed, complete with shelves and a wood burning stove. The mobile home (briefly destined to be a chicken coop) is now gone. A pole barn with a burgundy roof sits in its place.  Behind it is a chicken coop built from old fencing from my former suburban home.  The porch from the mobile home made a nice shelter for the sheep and the donkey. 
I am now 'homeless' after selling the house that was my children's home in an upscale subdivision.  I live in a nearby rental house, and contemplate what's next.
Meanwhile, we have 11 Katahdin ewes, 2 rams, 1 donkey, 3 goats, 2 dogs, 3 cats and 28 chickens that have to be fed and cared for each day.