Since this is a photo challenge and I wrote something about Blooms I selected pictures that have nothing to do with my verbiage. But I think they fit the prompt. See what you think, and check out other entries in this week’s Photo Challenge at http://weeklyprompts.com/2019/07/27/photo-challenge-bloom
‘Bloom where you are planted’ is a saying I’ve heard throughout the years, not paying much attention to the message; mainly I hadn’t any trouble blooming, or thinking I was in a state of blossoming.
I was never a beauty; cute maybe as a baby. I’m told I was fat with crossed eyes, and laughed a lot. As I grew I lost the fat, not the eye affliction, and not my laughter. In my 40’s my husband described my expression of delight as the sound of a demented truck driver. I was very expressive, and remain so.
I wanted to be the most beautiful, the most popular, the most whatever, but wanting and knowing are very different things. Perhaps I was blessed with a sense of reality that allowed me to recognize that ‘the most’ in some things just wasn’t in my DNA.
Not until I was in a corporate setting wanting to be promoted and not understanding why I wasn’t moving up the ladder at a more rapid pace that ‘bloom where you are planted’ hit me in the face. A friend said to me (as I complained, strived, beat the table with frustration, and complained some more) I needed to squeeze all the good out of my current situation as I could.
She noted that things will change, but meanwhile make the most of where I was at that time. Yup, that meant I needed to put that bit about being planted to work.
To be candid, I won’t say I was any good at my measly efforts to be satisfied and patient, but things did change, and my life got more acceptable.
Today, I worry not about blooming. I figure I’ve done been as ‘bloomed’ as I’m going to ever get. I like not worrying about whether I have enough fertilizer, the correct amount of moisture, and the perfect sun and shade quotient. Life is a cycle of blooming and fading and reblooming. I’m enjoying the changes in seasons, not worrying about if I will ever be the best bloom in the meadow.
That means I don’t have to worry about being picked and put in a vase, and that is a relief.