"'How does one become a butterfly?' she asked pensively. 'You must want to fly so badly that you are willing to give up being a caterpillar.'"
I want to fly.
I am ready to become a butterfly; ready to give up being a caterpillar. Change is so uncomfortable. It's just so much easier to slip our feet into those ratty old slippers we've been wearing for years: the ones that have become so much a part of us. Our toes have made patterned indents, and our arches are perfectly hugged. But, there are holes in those slippers and the soles are worn down. They're no longer serving us nor are they serving their original purpose anymore. It's time for a new pair; a pair that will again become a safe place to warm our toes, to support and comfort us.
My life is changing. I'm building my cocoon.