Parenting is a cheat code

I feel like a I got off the phone in the 1980’s from the Nintendo power hot line on my dad’s credit card with oil heat on at 25 degrees Celsius. This type of truth is one that makes you cool with your peers. Life made me not cool over time, lol.

I now pay attention to how my Son annoys me and I’ll meditate on how thats me or affecting me. Cause omg it somehow is lol. I unravel it and find gems of personal truth here for personal growth.

I go further and talk to myself and have answers given back to me in how to handle it. The only question truly is am i man enough to drop them and do the hard work (manly voice insert here, preferably Australian cowboy) or become a shallow excuse i once was?

This flower is small like a square inch total maybe, when i zoom in i see spider webs and a mess of things, dirt and goo, i also see pollen and in this natural mess I see potential and beauty and hope. Pollen is my personal connection to hope and why i want to respect it. But shit photographing things invisible to eyes with cataracts hasnt been easy.

Can i find the courage to seek this same attitude towards myself please? I have pollen as a symbol of hope? Through it all someone will say this hope is the best ive ever seen. Our flowers will hopefully bloom in passion. And change us if we want to blossom in growth and awareness.

Life to me is everywhere I want it to be. (Capital period)