This morning I repotted my little tomato seedlings, and had to snip off all of the worst ones, and keep only the six best ones. It was actually like super hard, man. I still haven't pruned my money tree, and it is out of control. I have such a hard time letting go of things, even if it means that something even better will come of it. It's such a direct and obvious metaphor, because the more you hold on to, the more energy gets distributed, and the less tall you end up growing. You have smaller leaves that aren't as vibrant because you're trying to grow in all directions at once. I snipped the weaker sprouts, and kept the strongest, tallest, greenest ones, and you guys? It was hard. But good for me.
Once the dirt mess was cleaned up we walked next door for some hangout time with Alyssa and her
It is remarkable how unrecognizable my life is now to how it was before I moved here. I was living in a frosty basement with very little privacy or natural light, far away from anyone I knew or felt safe around. I spent my days in the throws of depression, lonely and afraid and insecure. And now I live in a home bathed in light and space, surrounded by people who love and support me and want to see me all the time! I just can't believe how much more we got than we bargained for. Our house came with a family, a big loving family, and I thank my lucky stars every single day for the opportunity to do this life with them.
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