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I have this little rose plant in my bathroom and every few months it loses all of it’s leaves. The first time it happened I thought I had killed it, but I watered it faithfully until one day I noticed a new bud. Then another and another. Until a few weeks later it was beautiful again. In fact it was bigger and better than before.
I have read more than one comment or blog about quitting because people don’t like the format, or the tone of the guides, or the requirements. Do I like them? NO, I do not. However, I know that my petals have fallen and I know it is a good thing. I am trusting the process and moving forward.
Yesterday I went into my bathroom and my little rose plant had lost all of it’s leaves again. Overnight. I took a moment and stared at it. It was bare. It was naked. It was raw. It was vulnerable. It is how I feel. But I know if I keep watering I will bloom again, and I will be bigger and better than ever.