I can only sit for so long before I'm blown out of the tree by a powerful gust of wind.
If I wanted to be a leaf, this might be satisfying.
But I keep trying to be a tree.
To find a place to grow roots.
I find myself unsettled, searching, and confused. No direction. Unable to locate my North Star.
I bounced this idea off a handful of good friends.
Two offered insight and clarification.
"Don't think leaf. Think seed," one said.
Today I start to think seed.
In every place I'm blown, I leave a seed. If I blow away again, hopefully I leave seeds behind that can start to take root.
Time to put on a new lens.
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