What angle shows the blooms best? How will you know that I’ve had these flowers for a week and they’re just now they are starting to sing?
Yet I’m not a photographer. I can’t capture the way these flowers make me feel. How every new turn we take highlights ideas we didn’t see at first. How the years pile up and we know everything is different now.
The flowers remind me of taking care of myself. How I forget to water and trim the ends of the bouquet. But when I stop to do this simple task, I’m rewarded with beauty. Beauty all for me that I want to share with you.
That’s why I put in so many hours working on my writing. I want to paint a picture with my words. I want to show the layers of living this human life. How we can’t know back then what we know now. How troubling that is. How sweet the reward is now. The kids reaching towards versions of themselves we never imagined long ago. Myself loving my second run at a bookstore job, seeing my 23-year-old self so clearly now. What if, what if, what if.
There is no what if. See the flowers: they are blooming now.