My garden is growing.
It may seem strange, but its teaching me a lot about competition. You plant a few seeds, some grow, some don’t, they unfurl themselves in the most beautiful manner, maybe there’s too many in one spot, so you have to thin the small ones out, but always, no matter what, no matter how beautiful they appear and how many flowers or fruits they bloom, there’s always a competition for the sun.
I love watching my seedlings hatch and unwind, twisting and opening and blossoming and spreading their little leaf arms towards the sun. Its beautiful, its inspiring, its motivating. It just makes you want to try harder.
When I was school age I hated sports. I hated competitions. I hated competing in general. I never wanted to participate because I always assumed that I would be the last, the loser. I still find myself shying away from competitiveness at times, I think everyone is on their own journey and I’m not sure why people are racing at all. What are we running this rat race for?
I’ve been neglecting this blog for a while because a few events in my personal life that need to be written about, I can’t. I can’t write about them for a number of reasons, though it would benefit me personally to articulate certain things, there are people that read this blog looking for a way to bring me down. There’s no pretty way to say it. There are people that read this blog looking for a way to crush me, to beat me in the “race” to eat some of the pieces of my last meal that I may have dropped along the way. Its annoying and aggravating, especially since its someone I helped out a lot. But a phrase keeps ringing in my ear that some wise lady told me once, always be the bigger person.
So I’m going to be the bigger person, I’m going to keep competing for my own rays of the sun, unfurling and raising my little leaf arms and spreading my roots down deep.
This blog post is going to seem super random for some…so just enjoy the photos…and leave nice comments, I like that
I have a crush on this marigold…















