From Concrete Jungles to Green Revolutions 🌱✨

They told me I’d never make it. A girl from the Bronx, raised by a single mom who worked three jobs just to keep the lights on. I spent my childhood in a tiny apartment, staring at the gray skyline, dreaming of something... more. But life had other plans. At 22, I was this close to burning out in a corporate rat race, drowning in spreadsheets and empty martini glasses 🍸. My "office siren" persona was just a mask—sharp blazers, sleek glasses, and a smile that hid the exhaustion.

Then came the breakdown. One night, after another soul-crushing 14-hour day, I collapsed in my designer heels. My doctor said my body was screaming—hormones wrecked, gut health in shambles. I realized: I was farming myself to death. 💔

That’s when I found regenerative agriculture. I traded my stilettos for soil boots, my briefcase for a compost bin. It wasn’t easy. I maxed out my credit cards to buy a patch of degraded land in upstate NY. Slept in a tent for months. Cried over failed crops. But slowly… the earth rewarded me. 🌿

Now? I’m Madeline Brock—still that office goddess (glasses on, always), but with dirt under my nails and a mission. I teach corporations how to heal their land—and their people. Because sustainability isn’t just about saving the planet. It’s about saving ourselves.

PS: Yes, I still wear silk blouses to the farm. Some habits die hard. 😉