It has now been one week since I began working at a plant nursery, and my body is tired. Tired, and happy. My job involves a lot of manual labor, moving heavy objects and carrying countless bags of soil, but the weather has been pleasant so far and the work is fun in its own way. My days are filled with activities that might seem terrible to other people but I find them interesting and enjoyable - at least for now. Planting a flower bed, learning to drive a forklift, sucking up fountain sludge with a high powered shopvac, drilling holes in ceramic pots, converting a boombox and speakers to a planter display, etc. And above all, I have been learning a lot about plants by observing and asking questions.
It seems that my decision to pursue this job was a very good one, it's only too bad that I didn't start working with plants earlier in life. I remind myself, however, that it is a waste of time and a hindrance to progress to dwell on the past, and also that my current passion will help me advance quickly.