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 we know it doesn’t exist without the blurred lines.

How often do I look at myself and see “blurred lines”. That is, the part of me that I can’t quit define or contain in my own imaginings of existence. The part that my “people-pleasing” side dis-approves of because it hardly makes any sense to the average person. The unexpected moments in my life that I feel don’t fit in my storyline. The conversations that weren’t supposed to leave me heartbroken, but did. The fear that left and tried to come back. The moments that left me questioning my entire existence, position and authority.

How many times do I mask this part of my story because I haven’t found anything positive to compare it to. Until now…

And so I write:

The rainbow exemplifies beauty to me. The way each color tends to melt into the other and keeps flowing like that of the river. One color not more beautiful than the other. And yet at the point in which one color meets the next, it doesn’t hesitate at its unfamiliarity but rather embraces its uniqueness; and falls into the arms of a willing participant.

I want to be more like the rainbow. Recognizing each moment of my life is no more beautiful than the next. Each life experience flows together to create the uniqueness that is all my stories own. No picking and choosing the good or the bad, but allowing the blurred lines to remind me that without the ugly, the unfamiliar, the lost and the broken; there would be no beauty, no discovery, no hidden treasures, and no self discovery!

I look forward in the future to allowing each part of my story to stand just as bold as the next. And, Unapologetically expose what others tend to hide.

THANK YOU rainbow for the gentle reminder! Blurred lines are a necessary part of me exposing my full beauty!