Blooming: From the inside out.

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Something is happening.

Deep inside.

I feel as though I am blooming.

Now, I want my outside to reflect my inside.

I am trying not to be too hard on me. About this scuffed up version of me, on the outside.

There are days I look at this old, run down body, in mini despair. I despair I will ever get her back in shape. Purring, shiny, ready to take the road, again.

That I could be that freshly new version, of me. Not this old, worn out, jalapi kind of me.

That I could be the off the show room new, version of me. Not this refurbished, used car version of me.

That I had that cute little tree smelly thing hanging from newly polished glass. Not this tired, used up, empty glade thingamajig.

Still, I AM blooming, from the inside out. Just need to cut myself some slack, as the rest of me catches up.

One day, though, I shall come roaring out of the drive. Top down, polished like new. I shall rev my over hauled engine. I shall mash my foot to the floor board. I shall be freshly painted. I shall have that new car smell again.

Then, ah world, I shall adjust the rearview mirror, tip my head, ever so slightly to the left, let out a whoop of laughter, and shall be off.

Where shall I go?

Who knows?

Who cares?

In the meantime, I daydream. In the meantime, I keep loving me, still, this tired old jalapi, as I keep blooming from the inside out.

growing even when it’s dark out,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: It’s no how you start. It’s how you finish. It’s all in the try. Keep trying…..

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