I decided that February is meant to tease you into believing spring is near only to crush you with a snow storm. Since I do not really want to go outside at all, I have spent my day cooking, and baking, and reminiscing with 90s rom-coms.
|My beautiful little blueberry muffins|
But the snow - and this very quiet week - has left me feeling restless and thoughtful.
Neil Gaiman, author of Stardust, says, “Lives are snowflakes - forming patterns we have seen before, as like one another as peas in a pod (and have you ever looked at peas in a pod? I mean, really looked at them? There's not a chance you'd mistake one for another, after a minute's close in.”
But I am not. You are not. We are as differently and as wonderfully made as snowflakes or peas.
Why would I settle for being a paper, cut-out snow flake when I can be a real, crystal snowflake?
Let's be real!
Let's be unique!
Let's be beautiful!
Finding myself has been an adventure. It's been crazy. I don't think I have found myself yet. I don't there ever will be some sort of final product. But who needs one?
I think it is better to always be a work in progress. Being at a standstill and thinking you have your life planned is lame.
I have so many things to learn and experience and I have a ton of work to do on myself creatively, spiritually, physically, and mentally. Why would I decide to be done, call it good, and just sit and wait in that spot till I die?
I think I'll stay in motion. Let life move and change me for a little bit. Let the pattern of my life get more detailed and more special.
In the last week, I got a second piercing. And dyed my hair ombré. You know why?
Because I can. And I am young. And this is my time to try new things and add them to my repertoire. Or to my pea pod. Or to my snowflake's pattern. Whatever analogy you prefer.