Dear November,
There was this flowerpot at this particular corner at my home. It was cold there but still this flower bloomed, a brilliant, defiant yellow. When temperature receded further, the yellow rebel reached up and whispered to the dull winter sky - FUCK YOU.
This November was about defiance. To deviate from what I ought to and towards what I want to. To mindfully not meet some people. To turn pages and not scroll screens.
To be great at anything you gotta grind and love it. And I decided if I am going to grind, it will be with a smile. I am at this point where I am trying not to lean into my anxiety (because I am prone to doing that) and trusting the process.
So, thank you November for being kind and letting me bloom.
And we must all aspire to be that flower and give ourselves chance to bloom. 🌻
Hello December ❤
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