You plant something, you tend it, you harvest it. The results are real. You can see what you've done. There's no pretense in dirt under your fingernails or in knowing exactly how much strength your body has left at the end of the day.

I was thinking about how much has changed in the world, how fast everything moves now, and how strange it feels to be someone from a place where time moves differently. Where seasons matter more than schedules. Where your worth is measured in what you can actually do, not what you can convince people you are. 💪

People tell me I should want different things. That I should be more ambitious, reach further, want more than what's here. But I wonder—when did wanting to do one thing well become less valuable than wanting to do many things? 🤔 When did depth become less important than breadth?

There's a kind of peace in knowing your place and doing your work faithfully. I see that peace in my mother's face. I feel it when I'm outside with my hands in the soil. It's real, even if nobody's watching. Especially because nobody's watching. 🙏