Lessons From The Greenhouse

It’s January, 2026 - two years since the day that I left my career as I knew it and started on this new journey. This time has been an amazing gift, and I’m continuing to use it to experience new things and follow different paths. This month I can’t help but reflect on the decision that made such an impact on my life and happiness. an early September morning drive to the greenhouse, enjoying the sunrise The day I quit my job, I wasn’t planning on it. I didn’t go in with my two week notice, with a job lined up after my last day. I was angry. I was planning to work a half day, go home for the holiday break, and use the time off to consider what to do - something had to change. It’s very possible that I would have returned on January 2 with my notice in hand. Instead I had a conversation that led to me quitting. At the time, it could have seemed like it was a reaction to something specific that someone else said. But the truth is that it was something that I had thought about often. I’d b...

Unpopular opinion: I like an easy puzzle. The kind you can start and finish in a couple of hours. The kind where you pick up a piece and can tell what it is and were it goes, and its shape doesn't fool you into thinking it fits somewhere it doesn't.  Another unpopular opinion: Work should be fun. I know what some of you are thinking: It's called work for a reason. (I heard those words verbatim from a colleague years ago during a discussion about job satisfaction and it has stuck with me all this time.) And what does this have to do with puzzling? ⚘ ⚘ ⚘ I haven't always chosen an easy puzzle. Historically I've gravitated towards puzzles that feel like a challenge and make me go a little bit crazy: puzzles with impressionistic images where the pieces for the water and the sky and the trees all somehow look the same; puzzles with modern prints with large sections of solid colors. These are the puzzles that occupy my dining table (and my time) for days and nights, even...

My first day of work at the greenhouse was spent preparing our new nursery for the season – rolling out landscape fabric on my hands and knees and assembling a large metal shade structure with a group of strangers (my new teammates). On my second day I pulled weeds. Over the next few weeks, I spread mulch, planted, unloaded trucks, and wielded heavy hoses for hours day after day. When I accepted the position, I knew I’d be spending a lot more time on my feet than I was used to, but I had no idea how physical the job would be, and how it would make me feel. I was sore all over. But I also immediately started to recognize the benefits of manual labor. People talk about the quality of getting back to our human roots, living more like our ancestors, doing physical work instead of sitting in front of computer screens. There’s scientific evidence about endorphins and dopamine rushes that result from physical activity. That’s all good and well and I am not going to talk about any of tha...

I spent most of my career searching for appreciation and it wasn't easily found. It seemed that nothing I did was ever enough - a client always wanted to see another option or to make some "tweaks", a contractor wanted more information. Before even making it to the client presentation, there were rigorous rounds of revisions, and someone on the team always wanted something more, something better. Most of the time, I felt unappreciated. I thought if I worked harder, if I learned more and produced faster and the quality of my work was better that this would change. I thought there was a benchmark somewhere for "enough" and that when I hit that benchmark I would finally be appreciated.  Not just my work, but me. It led me to believe that I had to be perfect. That everything I did had to be right the first time. I didn't allow myself to make mistakes, and when I made mistakes I was incredibly hard on myself. Every time someone asked for more or for something dif...

For some reason, part of me was nervous to tell people that I was leaving architecture. And when I started working at a garden center, it was weird to see former colleagues and AEC professionals and tell them what I was doing. But the majority of the response has been incredibly positive, coated in support and sometimes a hint of envy. Over the last 18 months I've fielded the same few questions more times than I can count, so I'm sharing those here today. Q: Why did I leave architecture? A: The funny thing about this question is that it's usually people unrelated to the industry who ask. Any time I talk to architects, interior designers, engineers, contractors, etc.they just seem to get it. The long, detailed answer to this question is complicated and will likely unfold itself over time in my writings. The short answer - I was chronically stressed and frustrated and the practice of architecture often made me very unhappy. I didn't like the lifestyle of being an architec...

I have always been unapologeticaly uniquely me (Exhibit A: my choice of outfit and props for my high school senior pic), and if people don't like me, well ... I am truthfully deeply troubled inside, but I still don't change myself to gain their approval. This is why it's been so hard for me to admit to myself that how I have judged my own worth for all these years has been severely misguided. It hit me earlier this year when I heard these lyrics in the song "Careful" by SYML: Take pride in who you are not what you do. When I heard those words it was like a grand aura took over my mind and body, with a clarifying message. THIS IS IT. This is everything you've been unknowingly working on. This is the meaning of it all. ⚘ ⚘ ⚘  Somehow through all of my life experiences, I had gotten this mixed up. I had put so much emphasis on  what I did and how well I did it that it became my only gauge of whether or not  I was good. I was constantly focusing on all of the th...