A Saturday in My Life: Garden Dirt, Golf Clubs, and Midnight Coding

People often ask me how I manage to do so many different things in a single day.

The truth?

Some days, I'm not entirely sure myself.

But Saturdays have become one of my favorite days because they remind me that the life I've built is exactly that—built. One task, one project, one dream at a time.

My day starts the same way most of them do: early.

While some people are sleeping in, I'm usually outside before breakfast checking on the garden. There's something peaceful about being surrounded by growing things first thing in the morning. The tomatoes don't care about deadlines. The herbs aren't worried about social media algorithms. The flowers just bloom because that's what they were designed to do.

Honestly, it's a lesson I need every day.

After spending some time in the garden, I head inside to make a big breakfast. Not a little bowl of cereal breakfast either. I'm talking about a breakfast that says, "We may not eat again until mid-afternoon."

Because that's exactly what ends up happening.

Once breakfast is done, we're off to the golf course for nine holes. Now, let me tell you something. Golf has become one of my favorite forms of self-care. It's exercise disguised as fun. It's business networking disguised as recreation. And it's therapy disguised as a sport.

A few hours later, we head home.

Most people would probably take a nap.

I start my second shift.

As a U.S. designer, client work is waiting. While handling design projects, I'm also putting out little fires behind the scenes. This Saturday's adventure included sorting out banking issues for one of my stores. Nothing says "entrepreneur life" quite like trying to solve financial puzzles while answering emails and managing projects.

Then came laundry.

And yes, I consider laundry therapy.

There is something satisfying about folding clothes while mentally organizing your life at the same time.

Somewhere in the middle of all this, I begin formatting clothing listings for Poshmark, checking inventory, organizing photos, and preparing products for sale.

Because apparently one business wasn't enough for me.

The plants are calling next.

Summer means everyone needs attention.

I water my indoor jungle, check on new growth, and spend some time repotting a lily that had clearly decided it needed more real estate. The money tree, thankfully, was behaving itself.

By now it's time for lunch.

Instead of running to the store, I decide to get creative. A few hamburgers hiding in the freezer become a homemade meat sauce. One thing I've learned over the years is that being resourceful is a superpower.

A little imagination can turn leftovers into dinner.

After lunch, I settle into a few hours of painting. I currently have commission work on my easel, and painting has always been one of the few activities that completely quiets my mind.

For a little while, the emails disappear.

The deadlines disappear.

The to-do list disappears.

It's just me and the canvas.

Eventually, the evening arrives.

I finally allow myself to sit down with a Netflix movie and a glass of wine. It's one of those simple pleasures that feels luxurious after a full day.

Dinner follows.

Then dessert.

Because balance.

Before the night ends, I give my sweetheart a nice back massage so he can unwind and relax before bed. Taking care of the people you love is important, even when your own schedule feels packed.

But my day isn't quite over.

Not even close.

Once the house settles down and everyone else is winding down, I'm usually back at my computer.

The entrepreneur shift begins again.

Client coding projects.

Business updates.

Website tweaks.

Content planning.

A little bit of everything.

Before I know it, it's nearly eleven o'clock.

Only then do I finally call it a night.

I take my shower, complete my nighttime routine, moisturize everything from head to toe, wrap my hair in silk, and prepare for another day of chasing dreams.

People often look at successful entrepreneurs and wonder how they do it all.

The answer is simple.

We don't do it all at once.

We just keep showing up.

One garden bed.

One golf swing.

One client.

One painting.

One dream at a time.

And somehow, those ordinary Saturdays become a beautiful life