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One Day You Will Look Back

One day you will look back and see that all along you were blooming
— Morgan Harper Nichols, All Along You Were Blooming 

This quote has helped me trust that a flower’s journey from seed to blooming is also true for me (and other people, too).

It’s easy to admire a flower and forget that it was once a small seed that gradually bloomed over time with bumps along the way.

I often compare myself to others and can see someone’s external success in any form (career, relationship, financial, emotional maturity, etc.) as evidence I am behind.

What I’ve come to learn is that everyone starts as a seed and journeys through dirt, mud, and rainy conditions in order to bloom into being a unique flower (person). Each flower in the garden is beautiful in its own special way, and there is no need for comparing their beauty.

MHN’s beautiful poem reminds me to stay in my lane and trust in my own growth process as separate from other peoples’.

Sarah Yudkin
Recovering from hustle culture and the urge to rush through life, one day at a time…

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