I was a really good gardener, until I had a garden.<\/p>\n
Never in my entire adult life, have I been so consumed by weeds.<\/p>\n
Perhaps growing up in Singapore, where the majority of us live in high-rise apartments, other than the ones in pots, I never had to consider the upkeep of a patch of greenery.<\/p>\n
Living in Australia on and off for the past 9 years now, I find myself wondering if I\u2019m not doing something right with my garden. I mean, I\u2019m not growing anything spectacular (or anything, as a matter of fact). Somehow, weeds seem to blossom with rage in my garden.<\/p>\n
I secretly wish there was something I could do, once and for all, to stop them from ruining my life.<\/p>\n
I was told by my neighbor that \u201cit\u2019s an ongoing business.\u201d<\/p>\n
All analogies have a point. Somehow we were indoctrinated to a Builder\u2019s mindset<\/strong>. Plan, develop and build it. Maintain. Done. This doesn\u2019t seem to apply to the messy business of life.<\/p>\n Instead, we require more of a Gardener\u2019s mindset<\/strong>. Scatter some seeds, nurture the soil, protect and water it; let it grow. Prune.<\/p>\n