Shallow Roots Snap Fast đȘ
"Storms make trees take deeper roots." â Dolly Parton
Everyone wants to weather the storm.
Stand strong. Keep calm. Hold the line.
But strength, real strength, doesnât come from willpower.
It comes from what holds you underneath.
The tree doesnât survive because it resists the wind.
It survives because of how far down itâs willing to go.
I learned that the hard way.
âThe strongest roots endure the fiercest storms. Nourish yours wisely.â
There was a season in my life where everything hit at once.
Loss. Betrayal. Burnout.
And I kept saying to myself, âStay strong.â
But I wasnât strong. I was bracing.
Holding my breath. Clenching my jaw. Plastering affirmations over emotional rot.
Until the wind got worse.
And something gave.
Not everything.
Just the shallow parts I had mistaken for depth.
That season didnât destroy me.
It revealed me.
It showed me what Iâd actually been rooted in.
Validation. Achievement. Control.
Not truth. Not stillness. Not self-trust.
The truth is, we all have roots.
But some of us are trying to grow oak trees out of sand.
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Todayâs prompt:
âWhat am I rooting my strength in, and is it sustainable?â
Is it attention? Perfection? Avoidance? External approval?
Now ask:
âWhat deeper root do I want to cultivate instead?â
Stillness? Integrity? Discernment? Faith?
Pick one.
Write it down.
Water it with daily action, not fantasy.
Because roots donât grow from what you hope for.
They grow from what you practice.
In the end.
You werenât made to be unshakable.
You were made to be rooted.
And that doesnât mean you never bend.
It means you know who you are, even when everything else forgets.
So feed the parts of you that last.
The parts that donât perform.
That donât depend on applause.
That donât vanish when things get hard.
Because when your roots are honestâŠ
The storm becomes your teacher.
Not your end.
Letâs talk about it.
What storm taught you about your roots?
Maybe it was a breakup.
A death.
A moment of collapse that made you see what was real, and what wasnât.
What helped you stay standing?
Or get back up?
If youâre ready, share it.
Letâs remind each other that storms donât just test us.
They show us where to grow.
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