(of a living thing) undergo natural development by increasing in size and changing physically; progress to maturity
As it always plays out, I never imagine all that will transpire when I sit in my home each December choosing my word, (and intention), for the coming year.
I prefer not to declare my word, instead I like to hold it close to the vest; protecting my little power source in its foundling stages. In all honesty, I wasn't even that attached to the word grow last year. Obviously, growth is always good, but the truth is that I liked grow with my previous word, blossom.
My truth surrounding growth this year has been profound. Simply, I've learned to see the shades of gray.
Life isn't this or that. Cynicism is insidious and wears me down. People make mistakes and they can be forgiven. Grudges and holding onto hurt and anger is precious time wasted. Because time will pass and all I have is right now.
I'm exhausted with the tedium of the internal recording of misgivings and mistakes. I need my world to be a place where absolutes and judgement are dlluted.
Ultimately, I am who I am and there is only so much optimism I can embrace. I've grown to accept that the light cannot exist without darkness. Each has its purpose and running in fear from the dark means that I miss out on what I desire.
