Don’t forget your roots .
Visited my old alma mater today. Here I am in the middle school courtyard. Harkening back to awkward teenage years. Appreciating all that I learned in school, appreciating the ways in which it developed me. But also appreciating the experiences I’ve had since then, and how much I’ve grown and broadened my view of life. Revisiting both the good and bad of those years. Thanking them for getting me where I am now. Thanking this school for nourishing my roots, even though I did not yet know how to bloom. I think it will forever be a work in progress. This tree has seen me through it all. .