Buena Vista ParkI’m emerging.  Parts of myself that I never acknowledged or allowed to breathe are slowing becoming undeniable and are begging for fresh air.  I haven’t meant to change my hair color six times in the past six months, but I never got quite the right shade I had in my minds eye…..but with each of these external changes, I’ve changed a little bit inside.  It was if my external being was marking the small changes on the inside…..my external search for the “right” shade matched the internal changes of searching for the right moment to emerge with this new undeniable self.

I’ve always known “who” I am….the foundation, the cement, the roots, the morals, the ideals, ideas; the center.  But while the roots are deep, the branches are reaching higher and higher, searching for light, stretching in space I previously denied myself.    A girl who was the size I used to be wasn’t supposed to be seen, she tried to blend in as much as possible; never wanting to stick out.  But this new girl wants to be seen, won’t be denied her space and commands your attention.

She’s coming out of her chrysalis, getting ready to fly.