It’s been roasting this week. The flowers in the garden have been gasping for water — but I’ll be honest, I hate doing the watering. Back and forth with the watering can… it’s boring, it’s repetitive, and even more annoying when it’s scorching outside.
And outside is full of distractions. The bird feeder’s empty. The bird bath needs topping up. One thing leads to another and suddenly I’ve ditched the watering and I’m scrubbing algae off the bird bath like that was the plan all along.
Normally, I cope by sticking my headphones on and blasting music — it helps keep my brain focused. I don’t know why, but it works. This week though, no headphones — I’d left them at work. And yet… everything felt just that tiny bit calmer.
I had a plan: water the plants. Not with the watering can though — who has the patience for that? I hooked up the hose, and got to it. The birds were chirping, the sun was warm on my face, and for once, it felt good to just be out there, doing this small job.
Something’s shifted. My brain feels a little less congested — like the static has cleared just enough to let a breeze through. Maybe it’s the medication. Or maybe, like these flowers, I’m slowly growing into the person I was always meant to be — now that I have the words, the understanding, the space to truly be me. A little more rooted. A little more free.
Be kind to yourself. Water your garden. Growth doesn’t always look tidy, and blooming can take time — but even the wildest flowers find their way to the sun. You’re allowed to take up space, just as you are.