… to reach the petals you have to climb the thorns.
This has been the tagline to my life for a long time. It seems to have been the case almost since I was born.
Do the thorns have to be so sharp though? It seems that no matter which way I climb this stem there is always a sleek, obstructive thorn trying its damnedest to jab me and draw blood.
Rambling tonight as I try and find my way around the latest mental thorn that has sprouted out. I can’t even put my finger on where it has come from. I think my regular black dog is circling the roots playing silly buggers.