When I was about 12 or 13 years old my Dad said to me "Life is no rose garden" to which I replied "Yes it is, there are just lots of thorns". Sometimes I wish I had never said that,
I hear it repeated back to me, ALOT!!!
Some rose garden are perfectly manicured
And some are a hot mess!!!
I've come to realize that metaphorically as well as in reality an unmanicured rose garden tends to be more thorny!! I love roses. I love how they look, smell, feel, I love their plethora of symbolism and all their varieties. I do not like how I cannot grow them, when they die, or their thorns (especially the metaphoric ones!). My life is definitely an unmanicured rose garden!! And just as I have tried to grow roses, my efforts to manicure my life do not blossom. My obstacle course seems riddled with thorns and with blossoms few and far between.
Of course I realize this is for my eternal benefit,
I am just getting used to the idea of
sleeping in a briar patch!
Home Sweet Home
