Tear up your goddamned lawn and grow some food.

I haven't written in awhile because I'm fricken exhausted.  My partner has finally found a way out of her evil, evil job, and while that's completely amazing, it's stressful.

I suck at change.

A lot.

But a friend of mine convinced me to do some gardening with her this spring.  Basic stuff, some veggies to eat and can.

So.  This tiny, baby post to say:

GET THE FUCK OUT IN THE DIRT.

I have never felt so goddamned good in my life.  Barefoot, sore, sunburnt, growing food for myself and the people I love.  No one benefited from my hard work but my own people.  I didn't make anyone a little bit richer but myself.  The contact with the soil released some serious serotonin, as did the endorphins released from a bit of hard labor (even though my job is hard labor anyway...it's tempered by the sheer drudgery).  And yeah, I was exhausted, but you know?  It was one day of hard work.  One day.

ONE FUCKING DAY.

And then a little watering, a little weeding, and bam.  Food.  GOOD food.

What an amazingly easy way to reclaim just a little bit of your own damned power, a little bit of your own self-reliance.

I know this is a particularly crappy post, but I needed to say it.