Transitions are never easy.
Whether it is the caterpillar turning into the butterfly, or the tadpole into the frog, the process is unfamiliar at the time and its end result is unknown to the one undergoing this radical change.
The butterfly yields completely. Allowing its body to become mush in order to attain those wings. How much am I willing to go through?
Am I capable of ignoring everyone and everything I know in order to follow my heart?
When a heart is as full as mine, that is a foregone conclusion.
If I do not emerge on the other side I will still know that I gave it my all. The hero's quest to find the chalice is not supposed to be easy. If it was everyone would have already done it.
So, I gather up my courage, take three deep breaths, add a touch of bravado for good measure, and dive in.
The light from above will guide me back no matter how deep I go.
And if it does not I will know I gave it my best.
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