...a little too plump, a little too empty. It didn’t make sense. I had a good job, a nice house, a sweet husband. But just look at those words; good, nice; sweet. I didn’t choose them because I don’t know better ones. I chose them because they reflected the bland trappings of my life at that time. I loved my husband, our house and our resident couch-surfing dog, but I didn’t love my job, and I didn’t love the realization that I was getting older and fatter and seemed to have stopped growing. I had become complacent. And while it’s okay to rest for a time, I knew it was time to make a change. 

It’s interesting what happens when you open yourself up to new possibilities. Fresh opportunities present themselves and ideas that previously seemed farfetched suddenly become reachable.  I returned to college to get my long-delayed degree. I showed my artwork at a gallery for the first time. And I vowed to learn to paddle board. I’m still working on that last one.

Now that I know what it feels like again, I never want to stop growing. If you’re reading this, welcome to your power to flower. Here’s to blossoming, flowering, and changing.