concrete flowers

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Sometimes, I can’t do anything else but write. Sometimes, that’s really all I need to do anyways. Even if no one gets it. Even if i’m standing alone. I don’t write for anyone but myself. But maybe one day, when i’m lucky, someone will find it and it will just click. Like i wrote this for you and only you.

“You choose the love you wait for,” he said. Sometimes people say things just to be saying them. Sometimes the words they say have meaning they don’t even realize. I’ve been thinking about this a lot lately. Waiting. How people wait for basically everything. Some people wait to be released. Some wait to be returned. People wait for a love worth it. Some people are nostalgic for a love that hasn’t happened yet. And someone needs to tell you that’s okay. It’s okay.

People are funny & lovely. I hear people i know every day say how they hate people and people got the short end of the stick when it comes to brains. But, I love people. I love how people can change and how they can change you.There are people that come as flowers. Have you ever been walking and stopped to realize a flower is maneuvering its way up through the cracks in the concrete, waving, saying, “hey look at me! it’s the hardest place to break through, but here i am, all five pink petals of me!” I relate people to that because some people can get to you so effortlessly. They can break through your hardest parts like no. big. deal. They make the ugly, gray, hard parts of you a little more pleasant. Those people are easy to love. You don’t really have to try because they did all the effort. They grew in the midst of you and made you more alive.

Then there are people who are bombs. Not bombs. Shrapnels. Some people are just shrapnels. They can work two ways. They can protect you in the middle of war. The ones you need when you are cornered in a bunker with no way out. They get you out alive. But some bombs of people explode while you’re holding them. The shrapnel that could once protect you is now embedded in your flesh and with every piece you pull out, there’s remnants of the explosion. You will never be the same after you get hit with shrapnel. You will carry that battle wound and scar of a person around until you meet your maker. It shocks me. How often the things that hurt looks like the things that help you.

You don’t fight wars with flowers and you don’t plant gardens with bombs. Both are crucial. Both are detrimental. I hope you have some beautiful flowers in your life. I hope you have had some full on wars that have left you to appreciate the flowers. Whichever love you choose to wait for, it’s worth it.

XO,

-B

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you are better than the birds

“You are smart enough,” he said. Four words. Four big, massive, breathtaking words. I heard them today for the first time in a very long time. You see, I thought by the time I was 24 and married, I’d have it all figured out. Life is one hell of a pitcher and curveballs is its go-to. There’s so many roads I could take that would lead to a different outcome.

As I talked to a friend tonight, I told him about an interview I have tomorrow for a new job and he giggled and said, “I thought you wanted to be your own boss?” I said, “I need a plan B.” He said, “no you don’t…you are smart enough.” It kind of shook me. Maybe I’m just scared of the enough part. I am smart. I have a degree, I can budget money well, I can do a lot of things that people struggle with but is that enough?

In a world where people tell you that you aren’t pretty enough, talented enough, strong enough, fit enough, out of all of those, smart enough stands alone.

Since when did we have to be enough for anyone? You are enough for yourself.  You are brilliant. You don’t have to be scared of not being enough. You are you. No matter what roads you take, it will be right because of you. It will be enough. Whatever you are thinking about doing, do it. Tie your ambitions to a goal, not a person or object and you will always be enough.

“Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they?”-Matthew 6:26

Please don’t spread yourself so thin that all of your enoughs for everyone else makes you less of yourself. You are enough to someone. People love that gratification of hearing, “you’re perfect the way you are!” You do not need gratification from anyone besides yourself. God thinks you’re more valuable than those perfect colorful birds. If you are trying to be enough for 15 different people, when will you be enough for yourself? It’s so lovely to have someone take you as you are. Where you don’t have to worry about being smarter or prettier or skinnier or better. Those are the people worth keeping around.

XO
-B