|miniature rose bud- last week|
Also, my daughter's best friend that she met at school this past year just found out she is moving out of state this summer. So now my poor sweetie has to navigate losing yet another BFF, which breaks my heart, as most of those losses of friends have been on our account, since we've moved 4 times in her 10 years, poor dear.
And it's hard not to compare myself to the families around us, who seem to be so integrated into the community, so supported in their friend groups, so active and involved in their schools, so settled and competent in their careers.
I forget that all of this takes time. It doesn't happen overnight. Or even in a year.
|miniature rose - today|
I had noticed the tiny rosebuds and the tiny furry sprig of the unfurling baby daisy last week. And now, they're already completely different. And in a few days or a week, they'll be even more amazing.
I have to remember not to compare my newly planted, timidly budding, slightly unfurling self with those hardy, veteran plants I see all around me. I mean, really, that fuzzy curled up daisy is pretty horrific compared to the proud daisy I know it will be one day. I can't compare the new sprig with the finished product. It takes time to unfurl and straighten up. Time to settle in, to fit in, to bloom where you're planted.
And so, I will continue to plug away at making our life here a good and beautiful one. And to notice tiny signs of progress. Because progress is beautiful, too.
|Gerbera Daisy shoot- last week|
|Gerbera daisy unfurling slowly - today|
When have you felt the urge to compare your beginning to someone else's ending? What has helped you recenter yourself in those situations?