This tulip pretty much sums up how I've been feeling lately.
Dried up. Old. Tired. It's spirit shriveled.
At the same time, with it's hidden bulb beneath, I realize there is still energy there.
Still huge potential. Still promise.
A future still undecided.
And, yes, no matter how tired, still beauty in it all.
I'm still hanging in there. Hanging on to those childhood dreams.
I hope you are too.