The name metamorphosis implies transition. Transition from one place to another, from one state to another, from one being into another. It has to start somewhere. I made a decision to get started after years of analysis paralysis. I was so worried about making the wrong decision that I never made one. Bad move.
Langston Hughe’s poem Dreams comes to mind:
Hold on to your dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken winged bird
That cannot fly.
Hold on to your dreams
For when dreams go
Life is a barren field
Filled with snow.
After years of observing time pass me by, I decided that I had to do something, anything! I could no longer be that broken winged bird. It was time.I applied to a graduate school program and am ready to move towards my new goal. I recognize that my journey will not be easy as I have two children and a husband, but it will be rewarding and fulfilling.
Similar to the garden I tend to in my backyard, I am now sowing more seeds in my life and I look forward to the new life they will bring.
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