While growing cannabis is an art and I am not a true master of the soil, my goal is not to grow "the best" cannabis plant. My goal is grow a consumable cannabis plant for the least amount of money possible. It's no secret that I am a user of medical cannabis. I have found so many benefits from using this plant. I am also known for being thrifty. After some discussion with my wife, I figured I would invest some money in a grow box.I logged on my Amazon account and did some online window shopping. "They want how much for a tent?" I was interested in buying a full kit, but as a person who does not believe in credit cards; I just could not stomach seeing that money fly out of my account for a tent, a fan, and some lights.I found some online videos and other references of how to create a cardboard home grow box. I'm not going to lie, a lot of these looked more like a kindergarten class assembled it.
Before I get started, I want to address the clickbait title. My boss at the time was only one ingredient in a cocktail of depressing life circumstances. However, the experience of working for a toxic person, in a toxic work environment is what loaded the gun. My income and personal choices is what pulled the trigger. At the end of the day, I am the person in the driver’s seat, so I am accountable for all that happened in the following story.
I am 28 years old, and through an impulse to buy Canadian marijuana stocks I got into investing. Since I made the leap from employee to entrepreneur, I don’t contribute to a pension or employer retirement plan. My wife’s father is in retirement now, they have a nice home and a decent nest egg.
Self-help books from The Secret to The Five Second Rule offer a range from abstract and specific ideas about how to improve your life. But what if these books are adding to your burnout?
Burnout and mental depletion in work, school, and life continue to lead people to suffer alone as stigma against these kinds of struggles continues.
Before I get into this, I want to play my “minority card” granting me the power of immunity to personal attacks about my perceived privilege. I hope by the time you finished reading this post the following declaration will be redundant. I am a masculine looking gay woman, I grew up poor, and I am half native. I also live with a mental illness, but I mean who doesn’t these days? My point is while my stats indicate I am not a typical person of “privilege,” my education and my bank account would state otherwise. I graduated at the University of Calgary with a bachelor of social work. I basically have a degree in oppression. We were always encouraged to advocate for people in-need. While I do agree with many of the principals and philosophies of social work I've seen being a "social justice warrior" become bastardized, and hijacked by today's youth in the name of leftist politics. Here are four uncomfortable truths about "the left" that more conservative thinkers and politically centered folk find cringey and foolish.