Starting Over
As I write this, the clock is just about to strike midnight, closing the last day of my 34th year here on earth. How does time pass by so very slowly yet strikingly fast all at once? I have to say, this past year has been like the biggest “renovation” I’ve ever lived through. Like sandpaper to a painted surface, my final year of the “early thirties” era has revealed my true self. Layers of paint covered up the beauty of that untreated, raw wood. It truly has been like starting over.
Daddy’s Green Thumb
Growing up, we had a giant garden full of the most delicious fruits and vegetables. It was surrounded by some of the Pacific Northwest’s finest flowers too. My dad sure had a green thumb! Naturally, I thought I could somehow “inherit” that part of him. Not the case at all!
To my despair, I learned that I had a brown thumb. It was amazing. I was even able to kill plants that were “foolproof,” that “anyone could grow.” Even succulents were toast in my house because I would forget to give them the couple drops of water they needed every few months.