Blomst Begins Again

My fifth season as the farmer florist owner of Blomst Flower Farm. In some ways, it feels like three times that, and in other ways, my humble beginnings were just a heartbeat ago. What do I wish I knew then that I know now? I wish I knew how much my business would change and that that is perfectly imperfect and a-okay. I wish someone had told me how many plants I would kill and how that’s totally normal. I wish I knew that my children were going to grow in leaps and bounds as I built this business. I wish I knew that my revenue wouldn’t just be in dollars, but in joy. Joy in my own heart and on the faces of customers-turned-friends I’ve met along the way.

I love learning and I’m actually quite comfortable admitting that I don’t know much about a new thing. This isn’t how I felt, say, ten years ago. But as I’ve grown older, I’ve become attracted to the vulnerability of saying, “hmmm, I don’t know the answer to that and I’m going to go figure it out.” It’s so freeing! Why did it take me so long in life to realize that nobody really knows what they’re doing and there is a glorious freedom in letting go of that ego, being scared and doing the new thing anyway. It’s thrilling and so rewarding because what do you have to lose? I’ve shed the mask of needing to start perfectly. It’s ok to make mistakes. Don’t we encourage others to do that? We should be so kind to ourselves.

The rush of seed-starting is upon me, but I am urging myself to stay intentional. To move with purpose but not haste. To enjoy this wild magic we flower growers get to engage in. How fortunate are we to be stewards of such beauty? Thank you for being here.