Chandra Eden, The True Me Yogi

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You Can Heal Your Life

Author: Louise L. Hay

"Think of a rose from the time it is a tiny bud. As it opens to full flower, till the last petal falls, it is always beautiful, always perfect, always changing. So it is with us. We are always perfect, always beautiful, and ever changing. We are doing the best we can with the understanding, awareness and knowledge we have. As we gain more understanding, awareness and knowledge, then we will do things differently."

The Rose Speaks: A Guide to Loving Your Awkward, Beautiful Growth

Picture this—a rosebud. Tiny, tightly wrapped, and full of secrets (rosebud drama, anyone?). No one looks at it and says, "Ugh, how embarrassing. Why aren't you a full-blown flower yet?" Instead, we admire its potential. Then, the magic starts. It unfurls. Slowly, awkwardly, maybe even unevenly. Some petals are a little stiffer, some open wide like they’re ready for their closeup. And eventually, even as the petals darken and fall, we don’t call it a failure. We say, "What a beautiful flower."

Now, please, tell me why we’re so much meaner to ourselves.

The Perfection Trap (Spoiler Alert: You’re Already Perfect)

It’s wild, really. We’re all just rose-ing along—budding, blooming, dropping petals—and yet we beat ourselves up for not being “perfect.” Here’s the twist, though. You are. Right now. Don’t argue, I don’t make the rules.

The quote says it best, “...always perfect, always beautiful, and ever changing.” You’re not perfect despite your quirks and fumbling growth spurts. You’re perfectbecause of them. Think of your biggest “ugh” moments—the bad dates, wrong career moves, unfortunate haircuts. Those cringe-worthy phases? They’re your human petals blooming. Sure, some edges are a tad crispy, but who’s inspecting you with a magnifying glass? (If they are, call security.)

Growth Isn’t Cute, and That’s Okay

The problem is, self-growth gets marketed as this serene, candlelit yoga moment. It’s not. Real growth is ugly crying in your car, realizing your “fun” friend group is just a well-dressed therapy bill, and watching YouTube tutorials because you’ve somehow reached adulthood with no idea how to cook rice. Growth is messy. It’s un-freaking-glamorous. But it’s also kind of hilarious.

Imagine the rose, right? It doesn’t waste time breaking a sweat over whether its thorns make it unlikeable or if it’s blooming weirdly compared to the daisies nearby. It just grows. And yeah, roses get a little beat up. A torn petal here, a browning edge there. But no one looks at a bloom and says, “Wow, tragic. Didn’t open fast enough.” They just see the beauty in whatever stage it’s in. Fun fact? You’re a lot like that.

Doing the Best With What You've Got (A Rose Without a Manual)

Here’s another gem from the quote—a reminder we’re all just winging it with the tools we have right now. You wouldn’t yell at a rosebud for not reading the instruction manual about how to be a flower (also, roses can’t read). You know it’s doing its best, adapting to the sunshine and water it’s given. Apply that same logic to yourself, please.

Would You 2025 act differently than You 2015? Probably. Back then, you didn’t even know about half the red flags you now dodge like a ninja. That’s progress. But try not to be too salty with Past You either. They didn’t know what they didn’t know. The fact that they got youhere, petals and all, deserves a little gratitude.

Turning Life’s Compost into Bloom Fuel

No rose grows without a little, ahem, fertilizer. Translation? Even the crappy stuff in life (pun intended) serves a purpose. The heartbreaks, failed attempts, and awkward phases you’d rather not revisit? That’s the compost fueling your next bloom.

A rose doesn’t apologize for the weather being rough on its leaves or regret that time it got spaced too close to the hibiscus. It just… keeps growing. And you can, too.

The Perfect Work-in-Progress

Life isn’t about rushing to the “full flower” stage or mourning the petals that have already fallen. It’s about appreciating the whole, chaotic, weirdly wonderful process. Whether you’re mid-bud, in full glow-up mode, or dropping petals left and right, you’re always exactly where you need to be.

The lesson from the rose? Breathe. Bloom messy. And maybe stop being such a jerk to yourself. Every stage of you is beautiful and perfectly imperfect, and frankly, that’s what makes you interesting. Gorgeous, even.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I have some petals to go admire.