Have you ever planted a seed or seeds only to have them washed away, plucked from the earth by a hungry bird, or damaged by lack of rain and too much sun?
That is how I feel lately, like the seeds I've been sowing, which all looked so promising when I first nestle them into the soft ground, have not taken hold and reached for the sky as they should have. It's like nurturing that tiny seedling (or dream in this case) and having it not blossom into what you hoped it would due to outside forces.
After months of working hard to get the website up and running with a partner, it became evident yesterday that the tiny plant I'd been carefully cultivating had withered on the vine. I would stop to feel sorry for myself, but when I look around at what so many have lost this past week I would have to be crazy, or incredibly selfish to complain.
So instead, I will plant my own garden, tend to it myself and if the seedlings grow in to ginormous plants I will reap the rewards. I have friends and family, really good friends and family, who will help me fertilize and monitor these tender plants, and like so many tenacious farmers before me, I will see my vision come to fruition with their support.
And although my most recent endeavors will now go in a different direction than I anticipated, there is always sunshine and gentle rain on the horizon which will ensure a bountiful harvest in the long run.
If growing a beautiful garden was so easy, maybe the fruits of our labors wouldn't bring us so much joy when it does all work out. And you can't be too upset when things don't go as planned, because maybe that seed that was snatched away was better served as someone else's dinner, eh? Mr. Bluebird concurs!