
I didn’t start Soil and Sprout because I had it all figured out.
I started it because I didn’t.
A month ago, I was a respiratory therapist with a company car, a steady routine, and somewhere to be every day. It wasn’t perfect, but it was stable. Then, suddenly, it was gone. Just like that.
At 49, that kind of shift hits different.
I wasn’t just jobless — I was untethered. I didn’t know what to do, what to think, or where to turn. I’d worked hard to land a non-clinical healthcare role with freedom — the kind of position that’s rare to find with just an associate’s degree — and I lost it. And with it, I lost the version of myself I’d been clinging to for years.
The burnout had been creeping in long before the pink slip.
The mental toll of healthcare, especially these past few years, left me drained. Not just tired — soul tired. And if I’m honest, I don’t have any desire to go back.
But when you’ve built your life around one thing — and that thing disappears — you start to ask hard questions. What else am I good at? What can I even do now? I used to fall back on physical labor, but I’m not in my twenties anymore. That chapter’s closed. So, I stood in the quiet with no clear answers and one uncomfortable truth:
I’d have to completely reinvent myself.
It took a few weeks of feeling lost, heavy, hopeless.
But eventually, I stopped fighting the silence. I let it say what it needed to say. And slowly, I started planting again — not just microgreens, but me.
I don’t know if it’s karma. Maybe the universe was settling a score. Deserved or not isn’t up to me. All I know is this: it feels like a fresh start. A chance to grow something better from the ground up. And this time, I’m paying attention.

Soil and Sprout isn’t just a blog about microgreens.
It’s a place to grow. Quietly. Honestly. Without pretending it’s all figured out. If you’re here for growing tips or small business insights, awesome — I’ll share what I learn. But this space is also about slowing down, starting over, and showing up for yourself in the middle of the mess.
It’s time for me to grow — in more ways than one.
And maybe help someone else grow in the process.
Bonus.
If you’ve ever had to start over — I see you.
Feel free to drop a comment or just check back soon. New roots are just getting started here.


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