I’m positively certain that the storms of this spring have been fertilizing and fortifying components of myself I’ll call on with joy in the coming summer. Not to say that I subscribe to a belief in “the best of all possible worlds”, but I do believe in attempting to make the best of this world given the set of circumstances I’ve been given or chosen my way into.
Over the past few months my carefully cultivated plans were turned out of their pots, forcing me to not only carefully contemplate a changing self-image in the present, but also to reconsider into what future this newly emerging self was heading. Sometimes I did so alone, other times on the should of a friend, sometimes with despair, in other moments with glimmers of light seeping through.
What at times seemed to be unreasonable turmoil I can now interpret as a tilling of the soil of the soul for seeds of new perspective and understanding that would not otherwise have had space to thrive within me.
Maybe it’s just all these full flowerbeds, warm afternoons, and semester to-do lists that finally have more checkmarks than empty boxes, but I’m brimming with gratitude for the happenings and the friendships and the opportunities that have been deeply rooted through and/or newly blossoming in this season of my life. - 31 minutes ago