Everyday that I came home from work I couldn't stop the thoughts running through my head like, "You're going to turn 30, broke and working at ###." or "You're almost 30 and you already failed at your career." or worse, "So what good is your college degree?" Taking this job, this job that I desperately needed left me feeling like the biggest loser ever and I hated that. I wanted to be proud that I was working, that I was figuring out a way to get by, but all I could think about was how it wasn't supposed to be that way.
I am the weirdo that really likes Brussels sprouts, always have, so I was super excited to try my hand at growing my own. I've seen them at farms before and think they are just the most bizarre looking plant, which was just a bonus.