“And the day came when the risk it took to remain tight inside the bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.” ~ Anaïs Nin
Even though images such as these are still a couple of months away in northern Minnesota, it is nice to think of spring as we wade through what is often a gray, gloomy month. Transitions in seasons are sometimes uninspiring, leaving us impatiently waiting for the next season to fully unfold. For most of us, life similarly presents periodic stretches of uninspiring experiences, which we impatiently endure. Sometimes we force our blossom, and at other times our blossom is forced. Neither scenario is necessarily better or worse. We can appreciate the blossom either way.
Ciao! ~ Kat