May is really bringing the fire…full of rain (literal and figurative), I’m quickly realizing that this is a growing season for me. I’m reaching my edges and situations I find myself in are pushing me right past them, in a good way even if it doesn’t always feel like it.

My go to mantra, courtesy of Glennon, Abby, & Amanda, “I can do hard things,” has been on repeat. It’s what I say to myself to psych myself up for the day upon waking in the morning, despite my body longing for ease. It’s what I say to myself when preparing to make the case for my work in front of an audience that may not see its value. It’s what I say when my coach asks me that just right question that prompts me to face a belief or behavior that isn’t serving me. Change is hard and honestly does a number on my body/mind/heart.

But, I can do hard things.

Week 1 of the #flowerseries has wrapped grounded in a lesson:

If you’ve ever spent time walking around a garden marveling at the variety and beauty of all the flowers and plants, you might skip thinking about what it looked like before everything bloomed: an empty patch of dirt, not a green shoot in sight, just a barren landscape.

But under the surface, the seeds were planted. And over weeks and months, they slowly and steadily transformed. So can you. So can I. So here’s to planting the seeds of change and tending to them with the tenderness they require.

xo, adrienne