Is this my subconscious at work or is my brain firing so fast with so many different thoughts at one time that I simply cannot keep up or grasp any of them?

From the start, we didn’t want to think of the healthier choices we were making as temporary - we wanted to make changes that would last.

After struggling with major depressive disorder and low motivation for months, not wanting or being able to do much of anything in my day to day other than the bare minimum to survive and take care of my kids, I was so damn proud of myself for what I had accomplished.

Once I got those raised garden beds, something shifted in me. In the past, I would've let those boxes sit there - another project I intended to start, but dragged my feet on and inevitably didn't get around to until months later.

I see potential farmland everywhere I go now. Farming fever has overtaken me and I find myself saddened by land that is barren – unproductive.