If you look at my hands, can you tell whether I have a green thumb?
I’ll help you. I don’t. My thumb has never been green. As a chronic nail biting teenager, getting my nails dirty was never really my thing–who wants to stick a dirt-y hand in their mouth? To this day, I’d rather spend the extra buck and buy a beautiful bouquet…
But you know what I’m realizing? That’s not how life works.
Gardening is a lot like life–especially if you live in a climate like the high desert, where you’re battling deer, not enough rainfall and extreme temperatures.
But despite the challenges and the fear of losing, many in central Oregon are planting. They’re trying and trying again. They’re picking themselves back up to get back down, and do it all over again…
Of course, not everyone is gardening; some choose rocks and pebbles over gardens, just like some choose the easy path in life.
But that… that isn’t me. I need to get my hands dirty. I need to feel the soil in my hands. I know the odds are stacked against me. The deer will probably eat the flowers and the extreme temperatures will probably kill what little is left… but that’s part of life. You’re always going to be fighting something… whether it’s another person over that dream job, or yourself… because where you are now isn’t where you want to be.
And that’s okay. Keep fighting. Keep going. Keep planting. Because the more you overcome, the stronger you become.
So, where am I planting my seeds? What will I grow into? What can I become? It’s time to get my hands into the soil and see what blossoms.