2. I learned that I am capable of getting to know people and making friends. Before getting the job, moving to Vermont, and basically "starting my life", I sat at home and isolated myself because I was afraid to socialize. By working at the farm, it has forced me out of my shell, at least somewhat. I was able to make friends, talk to people, share stories with them, and chat among them without too much effort. Of course some days were (and still are) harder than others, but a vast improvement from six months ago.
3. I learned how to communicate. On top of learning how to interact with other humans, I also picked up the skill on how to communicate effectively with others, especially in order to get things done. No matter who I have to work with or what has to get done, I can now manage to get my ideas across and give direction to others. I learned how to use my voice! I can speak up now, maybe even yell!
4. I learned how to use the produce I was seeding, planting, weeding, and harvesting. I asked, searched, and experimented with almost everything I was growing. I learned how to "eat-with-the-seasons" and how to cook awesome meals for the hubby and me, as well as learning how to preserve certain foods. Among the deliciousness: potato-leek soup, traditional pizza sauce, fresh basil-infused pizza dough, dried herbs (basil, thyme, savory, sage, tarragon, parsley, etc), roasted garlic, pesto, sauerkraut, salsa, and frozen carrots, squash, beets, spinach, peppers.
The season is coming to an end now, there isn't a lot left to harvest and that makes me sad (it was my favorite task), but I learned that this is okay. For now I can go with the flow, and come back next year if that is where my path leads. If not, at least I got to experience the farm life for a little while, enough to make a much needed impact on my life and mental state.