Oh, how you grow.

Mornings can be hard, especially when the skies pour open and the droplets dropping down just beyond your window ask you to stay, stay and listen, to be wholly enchanted by what this thing that goes from vapor to rain to food for the earth actually is.
It can be hard to roll your legs out of bed, to brush your hair bracing for another week, to stare at yourself searching for the resiliency that you call on everyday. It can be hard.
But with every hard morning, every day, you conquer. You live another day, one day older, knowing more than quite literally ever before, gaining rings around your magnificent trunk. How you grow. Oh, how you grow.
George Eliot says, “Any coward can fight a battle when he’s sure of winning; but give me the man who has pluck to fight when he’s sure of losing…there are many victories worse than a defeat.”
How you go. How you fight.
How you defeat odds and shatter boundaries.
Can you hear the sound?

