Though the flower falls, new buds can bloom

Wednesday comes back around again. My coffee is in its teacup, and I am maintaining fine posture for someone who has perched themselves upon a very slouchy bean bag chair.

I want to start this post off by wishing you a wonderful morning. For mornings are crucial!

I always find that if I don’t start the day with some form of positive productivity early on, then the whole day just becomes a bit of a ‘write-off.’

Cue binging on snacks and back to back sessions of watching pointless YouTube videos.

However, it’s not always easy to motivate yourself when you’re still half asleep and managing to walk into furniture - despite having been awake nearly an hour already.

I honestly just didn’t see the very large cabinet that has been there for as long as I can remember.

All toe-stubbing aside, today is unlike any other.

In fact, every morning this week, so far, has been one filled with nothing but positive energy.

I know why, too.

Last weekend, my partner and I travelled to Pisgah National Forest, North Carolina. We hiked, we camped, and we rambled along the water’s edge.

For me, by the water is where I feel at peace.

It’s unsurprising, given that my element in terms of astrology is indeed the water element. You can choose to make of that what you will, but I like to play around with the odd horoscope now and then.

Such great adventures and experiences have since left me thriving with a mind full of fluttering thoughts. Being away from all that I know day-to-day was refreshing, and acted as a sort of mental detox.

I have always been aware of the power that comes from immersing yourself with nature, but I wasn’t prepared for how much of an impact it would have on me this time around.

As I sat by the waters edge, I gazed upon an azalea bush. It was dotted with vibrant, fresh blooms as well as those that have had their time and are slowly wilting away. One flower caught my eye as it fell from its stem, which was when I noticed how its departure, though sad, uncovered a bud that was tucked behind it.

For some reason, that really struck something within me.

It boggled my mind around the suggestion that letting go of something doesn’t mean that it’s gone forever, just that you are now able to hold something new in its place.

As people, we are also on a continual loop of budding, blooming and dropping wilted flowers which we no longer require.

Metaphorically speaking, what use is it to keep putting all your energy into maintaining something lifeless, if it’s only going to obstruct new growth?

Personally, I hate the notion of putting one thing down before it’s finished, and proceeding to pick up another, but sometimes it can be the best thing for you.

The stories I am struggling to write are becoming a struggle simply because there’s no love behind them anymore. That doesn’t mean the love won’t return; it’s just that the flower that once inspired me has closed up its petals. As a result, I am not writing any content of real quality, and only wasting time on something that isn’t up to standard.

I, like many before me, always thought of writer’s block as a mental wall that cannot be past until it crumbles naturally, when in actual fact, the reason I can't find anything to write for ‘Rosanna, Roxby and the Star Return’ is because I’m just not ‘into’ it.

So I started a completely new story and drew up some sketchy illustrations.

How easily words come when your heart is what holds the pen.

Or in my case, types on the keyboard - but holding a pen and writing the traditional way sounds a lot more romantic, don’t you think?

It’s just like these blog posts. I am excited to write an entry every week, therefore, finding something to ramble on about is quite the doddle. I imagine they may never be read by anyone other than my mum, yet I find joy in putting them together - and that’s what is truly important for a writer to grasp.

Success is not within the recognition from others, but the recognition you make within yourself.

Last week I spoke of how perspectives and views on ideas we once loved can change drastically. It’s our mind’s way of working like a filter, I suppose. When you daydream about one thing for so long, it does start to become a little tedious and worn out.

That is when you know it’s time to focus your attention on something new, before you start to resent something your heart holds fondly.

Though clear and simple my observations may seem, without that azalea, I wouldn’t have taken this new step in the right direction. It just so happens that today is the Spring Equinox in Northern Hemisphere, so I don't think there could be a better time to welcome both personal and creative growth into my life. Winter is officially over.

I can’t emphasise the importance of surrounding yourself with the beauty that is our world, whilst simultaneously getting away from what you consider to be ‘your world’.

Go somewhere you can feel free. Somewhere you can happily blossom. Somewhere people won’t recognise you. Heck, somewhere people aren’t around at all. Then make a habit of doing it.

Trust me, it’s works wonders.

20.March.2019

Wednesday