The difference is so fantastic that I wouldn’t have believed it. How much doing what you love makes you feel like you’ve come alive. Like this is the life that matters most. Where loss and destruction isn’t a travesty, but an educational growing point. Who would I be if I had met just one east campus agriculture kid that I could connect to? Would I have gotten here sooner?

I’m cycling through my busy period at work tackling most of the things that have added to my stress. It’s not the best time, or the time I had planned for it, but it’s really hit me that things will never fall into my hands every time I set time out to make it happen. I think I’m on a word tangent circle maze. To edit or not to edit.

I sent back revisions for a contract today and it was the second contract in two weeks that I had found & fixed errors before signing AND managed to add additional benefits for my clients.  Sometimes you just have to ask politely.

So I’ve been all in my head and it’s been mostly work. Or how exhausted I am on Friday nights and how hard it is to stay up past 8:00pm on Fridays.

But I’ve also been the exact opposite physically. I was killing time working on my yard on Sunday, but I had my hair down. I ended up having more time to wait than I expected and I switched to the shovel and hoe? I’m still not sure what an actual garden hoe looks like. Anyway things got messy and I put my hair up and then I ended up with nasty gross hair and 5,000 knots. I was still finding them at work on Monday and so I went in the bathroom and looked at my hair and I see where my issues lie. My hair is long like I was little, or in my hippy ways in high school, or when I grew it out to donate in college.

So now is a good time to relearn how to fishtail braid or those fancy braid crowns. Braids + Summer + Sunscreen + garden = bliss.

Seeds + flower beds + raised garden = eternal kiss.