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Hi ... my name is Briana and I am an addict.
I am hooked on roses. At first I only bought then when i was sick (they make me happy, and happiness makes helps the immune system...my theory at least). Then I justified buying them on my birthday because it was my birthday and I'll have roses if i want to. last week i justified buying them bcause I needed to clean my room (you can't have elegant roses in a mess).... ok soo this week I bought another dozen except i have no justification other than they are pretty, smell good and make me happy. Actually this weeks are pretty amazing because they are golden/almost peachish/organgish on the base of the pedal and the tips are pink/red. The color is so stunning and unique...they look so bold and eye catching yet very delicate and pristine.
I've got a rose ritual that i follow where I cut the wrapper open, fill the vase with water and then proceed to cut each of the stems and place them into the vase. I inspect and admire each individual rose before putting it into the vase. It occured to me that no matter how "perfect" I think a rose is going to be that each and every rose has flaws and imperfections. There is no such thing as a perfect rose...or at least I haven't found it yet. It got me thinking about why I would look for perfection in a rose anyway, shouldn't i simply be happy with it's fragrance and the overall beauty (heck i wouldn't buy them if they I didn't think they were beautiful)?? I think sometimes i'm too hard on myself because i expect "perfection" when there is no such thing. I push myself too hard and then get frustrated or disappointed with the outcome. Rather than focusing on the overall accomplishment and achievement, I focus on the fact that it wasn't perfect or it could have been done better. Or when i look at myself, I look at my flaws and blow them out of proportion and then get down because I wonder who would really want to be around a person like me. Rather than focusing on the positive and the overall beauty of me as a person. So if i can accept and love my roses even though they are flawed and imperfect then i think i can accept and love myself (flaws and all).
So I guess to me the roses have taken on a deeper meaning than just being beautiful and making me happy. Or this could just be a lame long winded excuse to justify my rose addiction. ;-)
I am hooked on roses. At first I only bought then when i was sick (they make me happy, and happiness makes helps the immune system...my theory at least). Then I justified buying them on my birthday because it was my birthday and I'll have roses if i want to. last week i justified buying them bcause I needed to clean my room (you can't have elegant roses in a mess).... ok soo this week I bought another dozen except i have no justification other than they are pretty, smell good and make me happy. Actually this weeks are pretty amazing because they are golden/almost peachish/organgish on the base of the pedal and the tips are pink/red. The color is so stunning and unique...they look so bold and eye catching yet very delicate and pristine.
I've got a rose ritual that i follow where I cut the wrapper open, fill the vase with water and then proceed to cut each of the stems and place them into the vase. I inspect and admire each individual rose before putting it into the vase. It occured to me that no matter how "perfect" I think a rose is going to be that each and every rose has flaws and imperfections. There is no such thing as a perfect rose...or at least I haven't found it yet. It got me thinking about why I would look for perfection in a rose anyway, shouldn't i simply be happy with it's fragrance and the overall beauty (heck i wouldn't buy them if they I didn't think they were beautiful)?? I think sometimes i'm too hard on myself because i expect "perfection" when there is no such thing. I push myself too hard and then get frustrated or disappointed with the outcome. Rather than focusing on the overall accomplishment and achievement, I focus on the fact that it wasn't perfect or it could have been done better. Or when i look at myself, I look at my flaws and blow them out of proportion and then get down because I wonder who would really want to be around a person like me. Rather than focusing on the positive and the overall beauty of me as a person. So if i can accept and love my roses even though they are flawed and imperfect then i think i can accept and love myself (flaws and all).
So I guess to me the roses have taken on a deeper meaning than just being beautiful and making me happy. Or this could just be a lame long winded excuse to justify my rose addiction. ;-)