This little dude has been sitting on my windowsill since Mother’s Day. Today, a couple of the buds I have been checking on daily, finally opened up. In the moment that I noticed them, I recognized how impatient I had been about their blooming all this time. The irony in this is pretty funny to me. I was trying to rush my sloth plant. I love sloths 🦥. I always have. I’m excited that the world has come around on this and made tiny planters like this one possible, but the love has been with me for a long time. I learned about sloths from a picture book I had as a child. That’s when I learned about the slow sloth. It was at the same time I was so meticulous with my note taking that I received handwriting awards in my class. The only problem was that everyone in my class had to wait for me to finish writing before a board could be erased. I was the slow kid. I was cool with that. I was the sloth. Sloths are slow not to be annoying, but because it’s the truth of their bodily function. All of nature (aside from us humans, too much of the time) shows up in their truest form — eating what they need to eat, living the way they need to live, and surrounding themselves with the environment that will best serve them. I know this to be true now, but I believe the sloth was the first time I truly understood this. I saw the sloth and understood: It’s okay to be slow and steady, if that’s who you are. Maybe sloth can’t fight the predators or run from them, but he has learned his strengths — hiding, disguising, swimming — and uses them. I feel like the best way to serve myself and this world is to get to know my own truth. What are my strengths and how can I use them in this world? What environment do I need to succeed? What is my speed and what type of lifestyle fits it? I have had a lot of support to help me ask and answer these questions. It’s now up to me to live their truth. #meonMonday #stopwritingalone #youbeyou https://www.instagram.com/p/CO-idsTr7Am/?igshid=19xwniovnbsi0
