Just A Girl And Her Flowers (26)

Last week was a tough one for me.  In fact, these flowers, although beautiful, were covering trails and trails of tears pouring from my eyes.  My pot-bellied pig passed away early in the week, and for those of you who know me, you know how much this destroys me.  For those of you who don't, I can see how odd that sentence may seem.  Yes, I had a pig.  For a very long time.  He was my best bud throughout quite a few milestones in my life (and was even in my wedding pictures). I had intended on writing the deep, sentimental post about life and its hardships, but the words are just not coming.  I am still too sad. 

And just as I was struggling to get through this photoshoot and feeling uninterested in it and unmotivated by it in the previous weeks, it feels appropriate with this new chapter of my life to just retire it.  It was, after all, just supposed to get me through my 52 project of 2015 (you can see more about it here).

So today, I am just going to take another deep breath (I've been taking quite a few) and bury myself in my work.  Because sometimes life is hard.  And ugly.  And not beautiful.  I'm currently finding comfort in these words:

"For a seed to achieve its greatest expression, it must come completely undone.  The shell cracks, the insides come out and everything changes.  To someone who doesn't understand growth, it would look like completely destruction." -Cynthia Occeli

For those of you int he middle of the complete destruction, embrace it today.