Wildflowers Grow Unapologetically

Who I am requires substantial growth. It’s embedded so deeply into my being that I subconsciously make my own self uncomfortable with staying the same. By growth, I don’t mean, getting a promotion every month or losing two inches off my waist every other week. For me, every minuscule detail adds value to my experience of “becoming”. I find myself so content with ordering a new meal from a restaurant I’ve never tried, going to a new form of fitness classes, or even sitting down over a macchiato with a coworker who I’ve never had a real conversation with. Of course, although no girl enjoys the difficult lessons, I value the text messages that get no response, and the bad hair days, and most importantly putting myself out there, only to find out that I’m not everyone’s cup of sweet tea.  It becomes clearer daily that these lessons push me farther away from myself, making me feel all the more at home. I recall being asked as a little girl what I wanted to be when I grew up. All the other children had answers, and then there was me. I never wanted to answer; because I honestly had no tittle that made me eyes come to life like everyone else. I’m by no means one of those self-proclaimed “I’m so different, cool kids”, however I know now why I just couldn’t figure it out as a child. We’re not meant to be boxed in by these titles and descriptions. We are meant to be infinite, but how can we be infinite if we’re not always learning, hurting, giving, gaining, and growing? If you ask me today, what I want to be when I grow up, I’ll certainly have an answer. I want to be a wildflower, of a cultivated variety, growing freely of human intervention.