Just like a tree

Like a tree with roots, I seek to stand firm on my decisions each day.
If I wake up, I plan to get a few things done during the day. To achieve most of them means to give quality time to each task.

Each task requires a solid resolve, so I hope to do just that and more during the days allotted me. The truth is sometimes we really feel like not doing what we plan on achieving. To sit back and think that it will get itself done without my input is to hope that someone takes some food and place it in my mouth without my efforts. Well that is a lame example, but I am certain you get the picture.

A tree sways in the wind, sheds its leaves and looks dry during the season of Fall, stays internally warm during the cold, and fights to hold its greenery within for as long as it can. Trees are amazing to me. With their branches extended, supported by a firm stem, they have a certain femininity about them. Like a struggling woman in her quest to triumph over every form of struggle and adversity, she holds herself together, and still chooses to give off green leaves, as if to smile again once the pain has subsided. I want to be like the strongest tree in the forest. Even within a crowded place, she often feels alone, because she towers over the neighbors. She has roots extended beyond her visible borders, and that is what keeps her aground. Now, that is the kind of woman I want to be. Alone, or in company, I want to stand tall within my psyche, because in stature I am short. That I aspire to, not to be proud or conceited, but to be confident, strong, self-esteemed, and to embrace my phenomenal person daily.
This is not to leave out the brothers, but please allow me a moment guys. Continue reading