Spring Into Action
Spring is one of my favorite seasons mainly because I can escape the unforgiving cold of D.C. and because it seems as if I'm able to shed my former self and start fresh. Though I'm not a plant person by any means, I usually stand in awe of all the plants that have appeared on every corner. A reflection of a perfect rainbow, these flowers send small reminders that even after the coldest of seasons that we all still have an opportunity to not only grow but to blossom.
The lifecycle of a flower has 6 main stages including: seed stage, germination, growth, reproduction, pollination, and spreading seeds. All of these stages are unique but still essential to the overall process by playing a role that the others would fail to fulfil. With this in mind, I started to reflect on my own life cycle and what this looks like for me.
The sixth and final stage of a flower's life cycle includes them spreading seeds so another life cycle can begin in return. The spreading is sometimes intentional like when people start gardens and sometimes not as much like when a flower finds itself caught in a cool breeze transported to a foreign location. Regardless of the method, the new life cycle doesn't begin until the seeds touch the ground.
I am not the proud recipient of all the pain in the world, thankfully. As I was telling one of my friends, I'm certainly more blessed than burdened but I still have my moments where I wallow in my own despair. A truthful reflection of my life reminds me that my proudest moments have been a direct result of two very different actions. Just like the same flowers I carelessly walk by, my new life always begin when I'm spreading my seeds and when I've hit the ground with no other choice but to plant my feet firmly into the shattered foundation and bloom.
Just like nature and the flowers specifically, the life we live doesn't end with us. We have to make conscious choices so others can be impacted and see the beauty of our world including our flaws and strengths. We can't possess but so much talent and not feel the need to spread it to someone else so they can also discover their own hidden treasure or utilize yours. I've made it a constant effort, even through my writing, to give back and to share my seeds wherever I go. Just like the flowers, we'll find reflections of ourselves in places familiar and those we've never imagined.
I've also seen my toughest moments as a catalyst to something new. I used to be a firm believer that once you hit the ground...that's that. You're bruised, broken, and feeling like a failure because it seems as if life just won't give you a break. What if we looked at all these ground hitting moments as a true moment of impact? That moment we decide to not allow the world to impact us but use our downfalls to impact the world will be the day you blossom from the mud. The lives that would be changed through our positive thinking and tenacity to grow would be breathtaking.
Just like the flowers that line my street in Washington, DC and all streets around the world, the most beautiful and delicate things normally appear after a rough season.
A season that brings never ending rain, rolling thunder, lightening that brightens the sky, clouds with no silver lining are usually the ones which result in unimaginable beauty.
Those seasons are prime examples of what can happen in your own life when we choose to focus on the seeds we are planting rather than the mud that seeks to devour us whole. Choose to bloom even when the conditions say otherwise.