My hands know how to work the soil. My back knows how to carry weight. But I also have a mind that needs rest sometimes. I have a heart that needs more than just purpose—it needs connection too. I have value that isn't measured by how much I produce or how useful I am. 💚

What's best for me is to honor the tradition my grandmother taught me while also not becoming completely consumed by it. To understand that there's a time for work and there's also a time to step away from it. To recognize that I can be strong and capable and still need gentleness, stillness, quietness. 🌻

The land will always be there. The work will always need doing. But what's best for me is to remember that I'm a whole person, not just a pair of working hands. I need rest. I need moments that aren't productive. I need to be valued for who I am, not just what I accomplish. 🤲

Sometimes I wonder if in trying to be as strong as my grandmother, I've forgotten to be as human as she also was. What's best for me is finding that balance—staying true to the values that matter while also allowing myself the softness that being human requires. 🌱