She’s So Back Part 1: Factory Reset

My dad and I take driving my mom crazy very seriously.

Don’t smoke kids!

My sincere apologies for going silent these past few months. Quite simply, I let my fears get on top of me. What if I am not cut out for this? What if every arrangement I made is really ugly and no one wants to tell me? The planet is dying! You get the idea. 

I thought I had a major opportunity as a flower manager at a farm in the Hudson Valley. For months, I created spreadsheets, put in seed and start orders, and planned what would go where, to the very last snapdragon. It didn’t work out. It really didn’t work out. 

What’s going on now? I am unemployed and living at my parent’s house. At 35. To add insult to injury, I have to write corporate fan fiction (cultivate a professional presence) online. 

Let the complaining cease and the reset begin! The universe is giving me a clear sign that I need to come to a screeching halt in order to really figure out what is next. I know what makes me tick- helping others, creating systems, writing, being creative, solving problems, getting my hands in the soil. 

What makes me happy?