Well, thankfully, this week is better (if only slightly). I'm slowing down to a sustainable speed. I've been recouping and taking deep breaths -- physically and mentally. It's really nice to do this once in a while. :) And recently, I've started to think about our garden.
I want to be dead honest--I'm not good at taking care of plants. As mentioned before, I have 2 black thumbs. I'm not just saying that to be humble or anything -- I really don't have the slightest idea of what makes a garden really thrive. But I really want to. I want to become a gardener. I have this grand vision of some day growing lines of crisp, holeless lettuce leaves, having prolific tomato plants and enjoying blooming flowers year-round.
I'm determined to come out of that zone. If it means learning by lots of trials and errors (sorry plants, in advance), so be it. If it takes me 20 years to really know how to grow things, then at least by the age of 50, I can start to enjoy having green thumbs. I love the idea of farming and gardening. Watching things grow, being connected with your food -- that sounds so wonderful to me. That's why I'm going to go for it and taking the set backs that will come with it.