I’m pleased with this photo. I like to think that it captures the essence of my writing journey – being like a determined, hearty, little weed pushing through concrete barriers to ultimately emerge victorious in the sunlight. You’re feeling it, too, right?
The fact that I accidentally caught this when putting my phone back in my purse doesn’t change the sentiment. Maybe it’s just the rest of the story.
This determined, tiny, slip of a shoot didn’t let anything get in its way. It was going to bask in the sunlight that it richly deserved. It was going to be seen by the world in all of its splendorous, weedy glory, “That’s right, bitches. I’m a weed. Deal with it.”
Then one day, while lazing in the warmth of our closest star, happily reaping the rewards of its efforts, fate stumbles in, takes its picture and…a legend is born. Behold! The mighty little weed.
Did this wee sprout ever hope to be the subject of a blog update, an Instagram post or a blur on a Twitter feed? I doubt it. But now this courageous, hell-bent-for-glory weed serves as inspiration to tens of people who are tenaciously pushing through to realize their dreams. Rock on little weed. I salute you.