We were becoming desperate for rain, and the hot weeks have sucked the flowers dry. But along the highway, a sneaky beauty grew. The grasses glowed golden, backlit by the horizontal sun peeking out from the storm clouds.
Who would have thought that mere dry grass could be beautiful?
And yet it is so. The moment the world is dry and hard, it isn’t the flashy obvious flowers that persevere. It’s the overlooked, underappreciated beauty.
Catching snatched looks at that hidden beauty as I drove, I thought, Good for you…
You don’t have to be THE best to be beautiful.
And my fingers tightened down on the steering wheel as if doing so could lock down my heart and fight back the tears.
As a writer, mom…as a woman, I’ve compared myself to everyone around me. It’s a dangerous pastime where I ALWAYS lose. Either by looking down my nose at someone else, or realizing I don’t measure up.
I’m beautiful in my own right….except when I’m not.Tweet This
See the grasses were dry and brown, rather like I am right now. I’m not only not THE best, I’m not even MY best right now. I’m as brittle as the grasses, feeling boring, tired, and taking it out on everyone. I’m up against some physical issues . . . again, which have me channeling a rabbit in both what I put into my body and what’s coming out. And I don’t even care if that’s TMI.
There in the car on the way to the next doctor’s appointment, the light trickled across me, falling on the grasses. Highlighting failures and at the same time beauty.
Not only do I not have to be the best, I don’t even have to be MY best, to be beautiful.Tweet This
And neither do you.