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summer GROWTH


      you know growing up, one of the things i always looked forward to was the summertime. not only because of the time out of school, but because i thought summer was a time to grow -- physically. in the fall, I would be amazed at how much taller my peers had grown. Apparently, the summer wasn't as giving to me.
      nowadays, i still think of the summer as a time of growth but on a whole other level... mentally. every summer, i set a goal to read at least 100 books (don't ask me if they all get read), i watch documentaries and do other mind stimulating activities. however, i still give myself all of the rest and relaxation I need.
     one thing i am certain of is this, you may not be able to control your physical growth, but you can control growth in other areas of your life. mental, spiritual, and financial growth, to name a few, also takes time, but they depend solely on you. where are you in your life? where do you want to be?

     as lovely as having concrete goals are, what is even better is "growing" into them. sometimes you can see the growth, other times you cannot. but what is most important is that you give yourself what you need to be nurtured daily. step out into the sunshine of your spirit. let the rain of your passion saturate your roots.

     we are all meant to grow and evolve into our highest selves. commit yourself fully to the harvest you want to reap and grow on my friend. grow on!

jehrod alain
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  1. AnonymousJuly 14, 2011 at 11:20 AM

    Excellent work Jehrod! Using your gifts for the advancement of others and yourself is awesome. GROWTH!

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  2. latoya momentJuly 14, 2011 at 12:53 PM

    you write and speak well... continue on your journey..(such an inspiration)

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