This new pastime served as a mirror. It helped reflect back to me how I feel about my life, and for the first time I can say almost across the board, I feel great.
I found renewed energy that for once doesn't feel like a burst that will soon flame out. My gardening showed me that I've weathered a hard pass and am stronger on the other side.
The time outdoors nourished me in ways I never knew or expected. I woke up earlier and actually got up. Hours before I had to go to work, I completed an evening's worth of housekeeping or bill paying. Sometimes I baked something or worked in the garden. I let go of the idea that I should wake up and dread going to an office job. In doing so, I gave something far too much power.
By the time I go to work these days, I've accomplished so much already that I have momentum to keep going. I've also noticed that I don't let little things pile up like I used to. I do the task when it's smaller and easier thereby freeing mental energy and physical time for other things I'd rather be doing. Like watering my plants, weeding a bit, laughing and hanging out with my daughter, reading a book, or writing a blog post.
Could I really have gotten all of this from working out in my yard? Yes.
Going to the place I loathed the most and seeing it with new eyes allowed me to see other parts of my life from a new perspective.
I like what I see.