I read something yesterday that made me cry. “See the flowers not the weeds” Finch, I am An expert at seeing weeds. I see them in my Wrinkle and sunken cheeks the doctor injects To get rid of. I see them in my spider and Varicose veins the doctor injects to gets rid. I See them in mean moms at school. I see Them when the kids and I are late, or when I don’t have enough time for work, errands Or chores. My relatives turn into weeds on Literally every holiday. I never want to admit It, but as I hack furiously at old weeds, new Ones grow. See the flowers means choose happiness. It’s a Choice I need to remind myself of daily or The weeds will consume me. I want to see Plumeria, or anything tropical. That would just Be perfect. And happy.