No winter lasts forever; no spring skips its turn.
Bubba just got in from snow-blowing six inches. And it’s still snowing. I never mind a spring snowstorm. He might disagree.
A spring snowstorm reminds you of how much you want the spring. It imprisons you in your house for a day and heightens the anticipation of warm walks and buzzing bees. A spring snowstorm is old man winter boasting his strength, even under the lengthening days. Even in my weariness of cold and boots and shoveling I must admit it’s pretty. And I have to wonder if this is the last pristine white snowfall until next year. It’s like wishing a toddler would grow, and at the same time trying to appreciate each day.
Is this the last time you’ll help him with his boots?
For years I hid myself under the wings of people who chose what was best for me. I sheltered myself there where, looking out from underneath, the wold looked scary. I eventually atrophied and became weak.
One day, I got a job at a mall, and was quickly promoted. As I became more proficient at my job, I learned a lot about myself. I found out I was wise, sometimes witty, and even strong. I learned that when I was happy, I had a great smile.
I also realized the world wasn’t so scary. Not the people with purple hair, nor piercings, nor tattoos, nor any of the people I had been taught were frightening. In fact, I found out I kind of liked the world.
But more than that, I found out that the world kind of liked me too!
My new friends came in all different colors and cultures and ages. Some of them were smart, some made me laugh, and some had interesting talents.
I have moved on from that job, but I still hold many of those friendships. Some have grown, and some have waned. All were important to me in so many ways.
This is a song that found me at that time. It reminds me that my best friend is the one with whom I can be myself, and likes me anyway.
After spending days thinking I had nothing to post on the subject of change, I ended up not being able to decide which to post. One might say I kept changing my mind! And so here is my second installment of the Weekly Photo Challenge: Change.
If we don’t change, we don’t grow. If we don’t grow, we aren’t really living.
Develop an attitude of gratitude, and give thanks for everything that happens to you, knowing that every step forward is a step toward achieving something bigger and better than your current situation.