A Rush and a Push and the Land Is Ours

I live in Tucson, Arizona.
Until I can move (upon college graduation), I will have to make the most of this rain-forsaken place, with decades of memories lurking around every block and my immediate family everpresent (believe you me, that means issues, issues). Given circumstances, it would be easy to let myself hermit crab my way through these years supposed to be golden or youthful or -some even say- care-free.
But there's a bud, no a flower!, inside me pushing through my neck, aching to see the sun. And there is so much sunshine here in bright Tucson that it seems a shame to smother this flower with a head. An ego, a judgement, an angry pair of arms... this flower needs to grow, and to seed in other people! The only way to clear the air surrounding me is a complete perceptual turnaround - I need to watch for small parts of every day that make this world the stunning beauty it is.
I have faith in my ability to do this because I've made an internal commitment to swim near and far, searching for pearls hidden in the sand, regardless of the wreckage I (and all of us) carry around. Pearls are everywhere; they're shady and play hidden initially, but ultimately I believe this hunt will no longer require so much strategy and talent: they will glow brighter than little fish and beg to be picked up.
Though large and lustrous, I'll eat them one by one with my tiny mouth and add them to the crown that makes me a shiny beacon in the sea, inspiring others as I've been. Let this blog serve as that crown... I really hope the best for it.