Perhaps it is because I've felt a lack of inspiration. Or perhaps it is due to the fatigue after getting sick in Guatemala and spending a brief amount of time in the hospital there and at home.
However, I felt called to write tonight. I was writing a few book reviews, the last for The Butterfly and the Violin by Kristy Cambron and I felt that buzz. That jolt you get when inspiration hits you.
In the book it is the nickname of one of the main characters. I think I'm feeling like a bit of a butterfly lately.
I long felt like a big ol' caterpillar. Slowly inching my way through life. Just standing in a state of being. A state of between.
Then I felt like I had created a chrysalis for myself. Wrapped up nice and tight, existing in the dark, hanging by a thread and just waiting.
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Waiting for what I don't know.
I think that I'm ready.
I think that I'm ready to be a butterfly.
I don't quite know what that means. Or how I will take shape. What I will look like. When I will spread my wings and fly.
But I think I'm ready.
I know I'm ready.
Or at least, I'm more ready than I've ever been.