I wasn’t going to write about this season of our life…
But then it hit me.
I have to.
Because somewhere, there’s another turf wife going through this—and maybe this is exactly what she needs to get out of bed today.
Or maybe writing this is what gets *me* out of bed today.
Truth is… we are in a really tough place mentally and physically.
Life feels like a whirlwind of panic (well… I’m in a panic—my grass grower, not so much 😆) and complete limbo.
If you’ve been through this, you already know…
This industry is all about “hurry up and wait.”
There are so many moving parts in the hiring process, and it never moves fast enough when you’re the one waiting.
Deep down, I know my grass grower is talented.
I know it’s just a matter of time before things turn around.
But in the meantime?
The “famine” stage can drive anyone absolutely insane.
I was watching a movie the other day… okay, fine—a mafia movie 😂
And I caught myself thinking… this feels a little too familiar.
(No, not the crime part 😆)
But the *family* part.
When someone is down, the way people show up—the support, the kindness, the community—it’s overwhelming.
And for that… we are incredibly grateful 💜
One thing I’ve noticed most through all of this is the shift in my grass grower.
Mentally.
Emotionally.
The realization that it doesn’t matter where… he just wants to grow grass.
I worried about him at first.
But like he always does, he’s put on his big boy cargo shorts ( grass grower fashion) and handled it like a boss.
Maybe he has to…
Because his wife is over here spiraling in the negative-Nelly zone 😆
The good news?
This is just a season.
(A pretty *shitastic* one… but still a season.)
And seasons change.
The wind shifts.
And your entire life can turn around in a moment.
Or in our world…
A growing season.
If you’re in this season right now…
I see you.
And you’re going to get through it!
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