I’ve been in a period of hibernation.
But lately I’ve been feeling small. Like I’m settling.
I forgot that I wasn’t actually supposed to be this way.
There is a recurring pattern throughout my life of fitting in… doing what I think others expect of me.
I have been moving from one golden cage to the next from my own free will, the key in my hand as I lock myself in.
I pout and feel sorry for myself, but I am my own captor.
But the beauty of this situation is that all it takes is one swift movement of my hand to unlock that door and I am free.
What’s on the outside is hope. Inspiration. Adventure. Life.