Why This Is Happening:
Lately, Iāve been feeling like my life is an overstuffed and overrun garden shed. Full of rich soil, tangled roots and weeds, scattered tools, and just a few too many seed packets Iāve collected over the years, just waiting to be planted. Between running two business and working part-time for a third, prepping for a once-in-a-lifetime work trip, and managing the ebb and flow of family dynamics and major life transitionsāitās been… full.
In all that fullness, a persistent notion keeps tapping on my shoulder:
āHey, what if you slowed down just enough to capture and tend to the pieces of wisdom sprinkled throughout all this chaos?ā
And in the quiet moments, when I step outside of the busy-ness, that voice becomes louder and more insistent.
So, I journaled it out, and as usual, this lean inward started turning into a conversation and a takeaway:
I donāt want to add another system.
I donāt want another junk-drawer of notes.
I need a garden.
A place where my observations can growānot as unfinished bullet points lost in an iPhone abyss, but as a garden of ideas from which to harvest and nourish my life, and a place to share them.
And not just sharing polished conclusions that come after the āta-da!ā moment, but the raw, growing thingsāthe life notes. The little lessons, patterns, conversations, and imperfect drafts unfolding right now.
The Gardening Metaphor (How It Bloomed):
In this very journal entry, while reflecting on how to avoid creating another āidea graveyard,ā the gardening analogy sprouted like a volunteer sunflower.
It felt right to go with this parallel to my thought processes. Because my creative process is cyclical.
It is messy, organic, and requires seasons of both tending and resting.
So instead of just naming my folders āInboxā or āDrafts,ā I decided to experiment with a system rooted in this metaphor:
- š± Thought Seeds ā the raw sparks
- šŖ“ Propagation Station ā where the ideas start to take shape
- š Share Shelf ā where these ideas bloom and are ready to be arranged
- āļø On Display ā the archive of blossoms that have been shared
Itās a garden. Itās mine. And Iām letting it be a slow-growing thing.
Three Small Ripples:
1ļøā£ The Seed:
I realized I donāt just want to document milestones, the polished productāI want to share the soil. The behind-the-scenes growth, the unfiltered self-discovery, the weeds, the compost, the tangles, and the unexpected blooms. Itās about creating a living archive of the processāthe behind-the-scenes musings that often donāt make it into the āsuccess storyā recap.
2ļøā£ The Gardenerās Challenge:
My tendency is to over-plantātoo many seeds, not enough tending, and not enough pruning. This time, Iām inviting a soft structure: Capture ā Curate ā Create ā Share. Itās system that allows me to gather, revisit, and release stories with intention.
3ļøā£ The Experiment:
The Life Notes Groveš³ is not being promoted (for now). I want this to be a space where I can reflect, tinker, and only pull forward what feels ready. No pressure; just a practice in my becoming. And when a story sprouts forward, itāll be found right here in this very blog spaceāno grand announcements, just quiet unfolding.
So here we are. My garden grove is taking shape. And youāre reading the first leaf unfurling.