We all need room to grow sometimes. Room from work…room from relationships…room from our own self-induced limitations. Because we can all feel suffocated by the very things that are supposed to be helping us thrive. And we begin to wilt. We begin to suffer under the weight of our circumstances and lose pieces of ourselves as a result.

Knowing when to give your self space is hard.

Actually creating that space is even harder.

Because untangling your self from certain confines can be a really painful process. And when we moved our plant to its new pot, the situation actually got a lot worse before it got better.

Things got really messy for a while…parts of the plant broke and needed time to heal…and even once the mess was all cleaned up; we weren’t entirely sure if it was going to survive.

So we just had to wait.

Because giving your self room often means feeling a bit lonely in unfamiliar territory.

It often means sitting through discomfort and being treated with care.

It often means just having enough grace to let time play its part.

But the good news is…that our plant is starting to show signs of life again. Slowly but surely, as each day passes, new leaves are growing…its branches are mending…and its spirit is reaching.

Slowly but surely, its healing.

And if my sweet plant has taught me anything…it’s that some things in life really can’t be rushed.

And coming back to life is one them.