From the cherry tree blossomed a woman with fair skin, almond shaped eyes, voluptuous lips, and raven black hair that calmly fell in waves.

I’m at that season of my life that everything around me is a brown bud on a branch. It’s still winter although it’s spring. I’ve been germinating for so long, and now I’ve come to a moment in time when I can say, it’s time to stop germinating.

I had a broken heart that for a while incapacitated me. I dealt with it by germinating. When you’re in survival mode, the prefrontal cortex that’s responsible for pre-meditated behavior takes a back seat. What drives you is whatever you need at the moment to survive.

For me, it was sick days and healthy distraction. And binge eating. I did whatever is possible with the goal of keeping myself afloat. That meant suspending all purposeful goals and just living minute by minute, trying to heal. Germinating is good for those who need healing. But now it’s time for me to take action with forethought.

So yeah, JIMIN and Dooly are going to be the backdrop of my current chapter. It’s the chapter that I pick myself up and begin to move forward in a purposeful way. It could or could not happen overnight. It’ll happen though.

I’m still a bud. I’m a dooly. Codename dooly, because that is the idol idiosyncrasy that’s happening in my life. Jimmy Fallon called JIMIN “Dooly” a few days ago, and a few days later Hobi joked about an octopus looking like Dooly. Who is this Dooly that keeps popping up? It’s me.

Once you JIMIN, you can’t Jim out.