Sprout...
That's me...
In the grand, old beanstalk of life I am currently ticking the "sprout" box. It's not something I'm necessarily very good at... being a sprout! I haven't quite found my place to grow fully and enjoy sproutliness to its full potential. (stay with me, it make sense in my head!)
I was great at being a bean. Some would say I was even blessed with a beanliness that few could have hoped for. I was a dreaming bean. A bean completely seduced with the adventure of putting out feelers and roots and the wonderful potential that feeling provided. Ticking the "bean" box felt like I had ownership over an embryo of endless possibilities that I guarded like a protective parent. In fact, the odd thing is, when I was a bean I couldn't wait for the day I would open my eyes and discover I had become a sprout.
Now I'm here. 26 years of well cultivated growth. I've loved, lost, loved again, worked, worked harder, worked harder still, cried, fought, laughed, played... slept?!
All was going smoothly... I was sprouting and it was exciting!
I have suddenly found myself however, at a bit of a "blank canvas" stage in my life. I'm suddenly single for the first real time in almost six years, I've just moved house, I've recently lost weight, work is looking up and I'm feeling good. Could this be the gift of a renewal?
'Here I am. Hello! Nice to meet you!'
I'm taking it upon myself to go back and rediscover the things I possessed when I was a bean. I guess, though I didn't know at the time, I was very a lucky bean indeed. experience and excitement were things that, thankfully, stuck to my adult youth like old friends. Had I known what I now know, I would have cultivated and coaxed them to remain closer to my side over the past few years. They have grown somewhat distant and I suddenly realise how much I missed their presence.
Second Chance... Coaxing commencing!
This blog marks the beginning of discovering "The Difference Between The Sprout and The Bean."
Here goes x
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