These are blossoming outside our house. Every single bloom carries with it endless possibilities. It can fall with the wind. It can be picked by a bird or bug. It can have a branch fall on it. But, as it stays on the branch it doesn’t judge another bloom. It doesn’t ask permission to grow. It doesn’t care what the rest of the tree does. Its only existence is being. I look all around and see the blooms of spring. It is my favorite time of the year. Endless adventures in just BEing. I am reminded that every day is a new chance to be. To be the best and love openly and wholeheartedly without expectations or judgment. I am one of these little blooms. And so are you!

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