This is going to sound weird. I have, for the first time in my life, a tomato plant. It’s a topsy turvy one, but it was beautiful to watch grow from a small plant to a huge one. I didn’t anticipate much, as I don’t have a green thumb like my mother. But, I did manage to get two tomatoes. Two is better than none. They sat on the vine for 2 months green as what my thumb is not. Obviously.
Then, a week ago, another one started growing and it’s doing amazingly well, while my two green ones are still sitting on the vine, not turning red. One alone growing quickly, two together not.
Three nights ago I touched the larger ones, and one fell off. The other one refused. The one green one that fell off was hard. Lifesless really. Like a rock.
Next day, the one left on her own started to turn red. Amazing. Unfortunately something was trying to attack her so I pulled her off and cut off the growth. But she is now growing beautifully red in the window, while the counterpart remains hard and green.
I’m talking about tomatoes, I know. But it makes me think. When I left my ex – the one I was psychotically in love with, when I got rid of that rotten green tomato, I started to show my colours. I did have to cut out a part of me to move forward to turn into what I needed to become. Just a part though. My love for my ex was real, but it was overwhelming and I knew it was not reciprocated in the same way. He was the hard green tomato that would not change colours. He grew in his business, but not in our relationship.
Today to me that is all okay. I enjoy my life as a single person, moving forward and now taking courses to become a PRISM Life Design Coach, which includes my passion of handwriting analysis. I get to do what I want, when I want with no judgements.
The lesson I learned when I realized my tomatoes were not changing colour, was that something was wrong and I needed to figure it out. They were just side by side together too long and the one that wanted to change colour didn’t because she had the one that didn’t change sucking off of her.
When you try to be what someone else wants you to be, and try to remain the same colour, it is exhausting. I needed to find my colour. I needed to blossom.
And everyday I am working on this. The red tomato. 🙂
The other green one will just be a green fried tomato. The red one will be in a fun summer salad…. summer is not over yet!!