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Pruning Weeds

"If you don't dig up the root...anything you cut down, will grow back." --me

You can drink the tea to shrink the belly fat.
You can contour the nose to appear thinner.
You can invest in shapewear to accentuate the curves.
You can create a fairytale to mask reality.
You can run, but you can't hide.

Until you do the "root work," you will continue to sway in swampy waters.

Yesterday, I jokingly told my mom that I was having a "midlife crisis!"

After her initial shock, she hesitated and awkwardly laughed it off.

My side eye proved there was a hint of transparency in this blanket statement, but I assumed that she wouldn't get the authentic version, so I watered down.

I took her down the narrow path of excuses,
drove by the riverbed of doubt,
and parked by the embankment of indecision.

In the middle of my sorrows, I immediately drowned out the pity and started applying pressure to the "temporary chokehold" by rowing upstream. I changed the frequency. My gut instinct told me that I was on the verge of something meaningful, but the pressure of the unknown made my knees buckle.

During my evening mediation, I imagined myself with a "shovel" in my hand in a cemetery.

A shovel to dig up the eyesore of weeds that insulated my belly with darkness.

My former days had been consumed by "pruning weeds" and they always grew back like massive, malignant  tumors..

I insisted on trying to resurrect the dead (negative thoughts) by breathing new life into bad habits (self-doubt).

However, this time, I put my foot on the neck of those voices that scream it can't be done!

What may appear to be a vacant field of weeds today will be a plentiful harvest of blooms on tomorrow.

Are you nurturing your weeds back to life with self-imposed limitations?

Don't prune.
Do the root work.


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