blooming

I feel something growing. Whether it be a fire deep with in, a seed that has been planted or something greater. Either way, I feel it. I'm seeing clearer lately. The grey clouds that usually cover my eyes have gone on vacation and I'm using this time to build my inner self.

More self love. It's strange to say... 'I rock' or 'I'm awesome' It's always been awkward for me to even think it. But sometimes it needs to be said. In speaking those words out loud, I condition myself and become more comfortable with them. and I learn to believe them.

I'm growing. I'm learning. I'm evolving. I am not becoming me.... I am me.

I am not waiting for life to begin. I am already living it.

It's funny how I find this little seed growing amongst the cold, grey wintery days.