by Heather Vandenengel

Another day, another post about how I’m too exhausted to write much. It’s a good exhausted though, and in the last year I’ve learned how much I appreciate physical work. There is, of course, the obvious appeal in its contrast to sitting alone at a computer all day, struggling to write, loaded with self-loathing and the feeling that you’ve never done enough. With farming (or gardening, which is really what I’ve been doing), procrastination is not a problem and the completion of the task is always clear: if it is time to harvest the rest of tomatoes, then you pick them and now you have a few baskets of tomatoes. But more than that, I like using my hands and my body to do work and to see the results of what they’ve done. Satisfaction, I think, is the word I’m looking for.