doing

i was standing in our empty office eating my lunch, looking out the window and watching one of the school's gardeners carefully arrange twenty five or so plants in an empty flowerbed. sometimes (a lot of times) i think about quitting everything and adopting a trade like gardening. some trade where i can use my hands a create something. sit outside and dig holes and arrange fauna and understand the properties of potting soil. tactility. that's what i'm after. this is what happens to the dreams of a 23 year old woman when she spends too much time in a windowless office with only her excel spreadsheets to keep her company.