I just noticed
that this is my 500th post.
Strange how it seems like
a lot and a little
all at once.

I remember it being hard at first,
practicing the art of
finding something beautiful every day,
and explaining why I was doing it
when I didn’t really even know myself.

I’ve come to find it’s a bit like gardening,
which requires much patience and faith.
You water the dirt,
wondering if you’ll just wind up with mud,
until – at last – a beautiful something
pops up and surprises you
even though you’ve been
watching and waiting all that time.

Suddenly, but also slowly,
recognizing the beauty in my midst
has become second nature
and I’m a better, brighter,
more beautiful human being
because of it.