"Sometimes the prettiest flowers grow in the biggest pile of manure."
This was on a card from my cousin, waiting for me when I returned from vacation. I needed it, and laughed out loud because of it. I mean it really is funny, don't you think? ...and true too.
Manure, muck, ...they're all the same really, and once we manage to trudge through it, the outcome can be all that much sweeter. We wouldn't expect to have flowers blooming in a pile of poop, but when we do, it's a sweet surprise. The flower not only survives, but thrives and grows even more beautiful.
I never thought I was one to take things for granted. I always knew I was blessed and was (and still am) grateful daily for what I have, but this experience brings things to an entirely different level. I wouldn't wish this journey on my worst enemy, yet it has taught me things I wouldn't have ever known otherwise....things about others, but mostly things about myself. All those things are too time consuming to talk about now and I'm still a work in progress, as I believe we all are. But, my thought for the day goes something like this. Take each experience in your life and make it count, whether it be joyful or painful, learn something from it. If you mess up, don't throw in the towel, get up and try again. As I continue on this path, there are many days where I know I could have done things better and I work not to "beat myself up" over them because really, it would be a complete waste of time. Instead, I have the opportunity to try again, to move on, and so I do just that...I try again and again and again...
All experience is an arch, to build upon.