Where you’re planted. Even if the soil is tough and dry and you have to bend your stem to reach the light.
Where you’re planted. Even if the soil feels to rich for your blood and you are the outsider. The one without. Not the best car or the shiny shoes. No nanny or maid service or chauffeur to drive you Ms. Daisy.
Where you’re planted. Even if everything feels like it should be right but something is off. When the neighborhood noises die down and you’re left at the end if the day spent and wondering why perfect feels anything but.
Where you’re planted. Because you are right there in that spot for a reason: to shine. To grow. To soak up that sunlight or let the sunlight shine through you.
Even when it’s hard.
Even when it seems daunting.
Even if it makes you uncomfortable.