One night a green mist will roll under your door, which silently swings inward and opens to reveal the magical canna gnome. The gnome will use its fiskars of destiny to circumcise you and then smear the wound with hash oil. In the morning you will wake up and realize that you are now a real grower.
HERE IS THE BEST RESPONSEI've been growing on and off since around 1980, and I'm just starting to feel like I'm getting close to being a "real" grower. Up until the late 90s I really had no clue what I was doing, mainly because the information wasn't out there like it is today. Lots of trial and error. Based on what I now know, my early grows were pretty half-assed. Not that I didn't always have something to smoke.
About 5-6 years ago I started taking it much more seriously, reading everything I could get my eyes on, trying to optimize every aspect of my environment. But what finally made me feel like I had "arrived" was growing my first purchased seeds. There's no turning back now, no more bagseeds. Now I'm up in the big leagues, gettin' my turn at bat... Ain't nothin' wrong with that.