The Rogue Daffodil

I have a rogue daffodil in my parking lot, in the planter just next to where I park my car every day. Leaves are falling all around and there is nothing but dirt in its planter.  Nothing else has popped up in the middle of autumn, but this little naturalized daffodil apparently doesn't know that it's not supposed to be up yet. We haven't even had the first freeze yet.  What is he, crazy?

I wonder what's going to happen.  The cold freezes of our winter nights may just kill it before it ever gets a chance to bloom. Or maybe, just maybe, it will bloom early in spite of the cold.  It could be one of a kind - the only daffodil in full bloom in December or early January. It could defiantly succeed at being itself in spite of what it is supposed to do.

Have you figured out where I'm going with this?

What is it that you haven't been doing because you believe you can't? Who decided what your limits should be? Usually, we limit ourselves based on what someone told us at some point in our lives - our parents, a teacher, our friends. But sometimes we hold ourselves back just because we have some imagined limitation that is not based on any rational condition.

Consider taking another look at your life and how you're living it.  Is there something you want to do or be? Why not just go for it? Maybe it won't work out.  So what?  What if it does?

Don't worry so much about what is expected of you.  Just bloom!

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