A flower will not bloom before it’s ready, no matter how much we wish it were so.T Mirikitani
Just like the seed of a flower, growth doesn’t announce itself but remains out of site, working tirelessly beyond the human eye to become more than what it already is.
Have you had times where you just didn’t feel like yourself? What usually feels right and works to drive your day has fatigued? Things that are known and predictable, which used to bring comfort, now feel like skin you’ve outgrown, a size too small. You’re no longer complacent with status quo but you don’t know what it all means or what’s next.
There are times when I feel a shift. A subtle shift from deep within. It’s foreign and distinct from the truths I already know about myself. I can’t see it clearly, I don’t know it’s name and still I’m certain it’s a part of me I’ve yet to know.
Little changes that feel like an itch I can’t scratch, monopolizing my attention so much that I can’t concentrate on what I believe is important and essential. Something distracts my focus so much I consider my priorities may need an update to continue heading in the direction of progression and expansion.
Out of nowhere it feels like something’s missing. Yes, I’m missing a vital piece of my life’s puzzle and I’m wanting so badly to identify what it is but fail brilliantly.
A transition is coming and until the outcome emerges, I live one moment at a time to the best of my ability.
Times like these when I feel “off” my game, when I haven’t had a verifiable challenge or loss to turn me momentarily upside down, it takes me a few days to recognize what’s going on, or what I believe is going on with me. I slowly recall times like this, scattered throughout my life and surrender to it. Change is happening. A transition is coming and until the outcome emerges, I live one moment at a time to the best of my ability. It’s all I can do.
Until the flower blooms, I do what I’m capable of to balm my impatience and frustration: I return to journaling, I read what comforts my confusion or doubt, and I do my best not to make things worse by creating chaos or disorder, trying to force the unfolding of a new dimension in me.
My destination is no longer a place, rather a new way of seeing.Marcel Proust
Yes, sometimes, there may be no big conversion in the end and no beautiful flower waiting for us to admire, but perhaps it’s the ground becoming more fertile in preparation of a transformation yet to come. Either way, during times when how I feel or think or believe feels differently, I give up trying to figure it out instantly and settle into the truth, that my spirit is meant to evolve and the change will be revealed when it’s ready to bloom.
Keep it Simple,