reflections from the aftermath of my quarter-life crisis
flowers as practice, farm as practice
Dear Reader,
People are often surprised when I say I have a day job.
They assume the flowers are everything. That I live off the farm. That I spend my days in the field, clipping stems and filling buckets. That I’ve figured it out. That the dream is already real.
For a long time, I wanted that to be true. I wanted to be someone who had turned my passion into a business. I wanted the farm to carry it all: income, identity, creative work, self-worth.