In my post Bud of Hope, I showed you a rosebud that was giving me great hope that this time, I won’t kill my roses. I’ve been meaning to post this updated pic, but lost track of time (not unusual for me since my head is usually in the clouds ;)). This is what my rosebud looked like when it decided to open itself to the world:
It is my continued wish/hope that I will be able to continue opening myself up to the world — and not in my usual black and white, right and wrong fashion (one of the “great” things about having borderline personality disorder is my inability to avoid the extremes). I want to express myself, and learn to let go of the fear of judgment. I want to allow myself the freedom to just be.
That sounds lovely.