Blurred Lines
Last night it rained unexpectedly, and to my 3 year olds amazement, there stood a beautiful rainbow perfectly centered from the view in our backyard. This morning as I think of how far I've come in my personal development; from a young girl with crushed dreams, a seemingly frail future and meek overall existence, to a bold confidant woman excited for the future, I find myself reminiscing of yesterday's rainbow. Not simply because of it's beautiful beckoning against its gray backdrop; but because of something that I've never noticed before:
There are no distinct lines to define each color. The colors are all separate and easily recognizable, but at a certain point, they come together to create something more beautiful than just the one color by itself could've ever attained. The rainbow as...