Violets

My great grandmother could grow an African Violet. Hers were always blooming and so beautiful. Mine...well they wouldn't win any awards. I'm trying so hard to keep them alive. I water them, not too often, from the bottom and yet they still try my patience. I have one that does great for a while and then yesterday I looked...brown leaves. pfft.

Why is it in relationships -- no matter how much we nuture them and try to do the right thing -- we still screw them up. We manage to somehow either -- over water -- or give them too much sun and poof! Instant death. I guess that is the one thing I've struggled with and continue to struggle with. Often, I won't say what I mean or I will not say enough. Or I say something and its taken the wrong way. Its just so frustrating. Words are very powerful and I think, myself included, we don't think very much before we speak.

If you've been a violet in my life...and I've somehow fried your leaves...I'm sorry. I didn't mean to...and you are definately not alone.

Remember: Principle over price