As I make my way through life right now, even with shyness and depression and fears galore, I feel like I am finally becoming me again. I have dreams I am working toward. I have goals I want to reach. I know where I’d like to be five years from now.
I honestly do feel just like a butterfly right now. I have emerged from my chrysalis and am almost ready to spread my wings, just not quite yet. I am so close, though.
It might not be a perfect flight. I might drop from the sky a few times before I get it right. Maybe even after I think I have it figured out. But the falls and even the crashes won’t destroy me now like they might have before. I can and will survive, with my husband, son, family, and friends by my side. I know the disappointments, big or small, don’t have the power to break me unless I let them.