Springtime is slowly beginning to rouse my slumbering attitude. Little by little, with every lightening flash and new tulip sprout, my body and mind come out of hibernation. I feel renewed. I feel rejuvenated. I feel all sorts of words that start with the prefix re-. *grin*

I'm starting to feel like me again. Or, perhaps, a new and better version of me erupting from the cocoon of winter like a butterfly ready to spread her dewy wings.

Scratch that. I did not just compare myself to a butterfly. How totally cliche.

What I'm trying to say is this...

How does one really know who he or she is unless challenged and allowed the possibility of emotional growth? Without the season of death there would be no season of rebirth. I fully intend to grasp this spring season and hold onto it with all my might, no matter where that might eventually take me.

It might not be the hood of a Buick Regal in the middle of nowhere after a drive-in movie, but who says what comes next isn't equally as wonderful and exciting? Life goes on whether or not you are ready and willing to move with it.

I'm trying to brush away the fear and be ready for it.

Growing up is a bitch.

This entry was posted by Mellie, on Saturday, April 28, 2007.