The Depth of Your Metamorphoses

This summer, I've tossed out old things, new items, memorable objects, and trinkets that no longer serve me. I've released the shoes I wore when I tried on being a mountain girl, and the notes I wrote when life felt heavy. With each thing I kiss goodbye, I energetically invite in something more aligned, divine, and feels peacefully right.

For so long, I felt that I had to work tirelessly for the things that I wanted. I had to prove my worth or perform so I could have what I desired. As a result, I thought it had to look a certain way. Life couldn't possibly be beautiful and messy like my untamed waves on a Saturday morning, or could it?

What if the messy, soft sweetness of my soul was just looking for acceptance? However, I got to accept and see the beauty in my sprouted butterfly wings, and maybe just maybe what I always wanted was always in reach. I just hadn't yet allowed myself to hold it.

I wanted others to see that I had changed when what I really desired was to bask in my own metamorphosis. 

So, have you changed? Are you still the person you were, or are you the person who has risen and grown from life's circumstances? What is your answer? What do you see when you look in the mirror?

I ask you these questions because I hope that you don't look to others to see what is already in full bloom, but you can enjoy your delicious flowering for yourself.

Some people will come, some will go, some who said they'd never leave will leave, and some who you'll believe will go will stay. In all honesty, those who left may never see your bloom. Maybe some will, but they'll have to look on the outside, behind the fence of your boundaries and your glowing self-respect. Some people may never recognize, or wish not to recognize, your metamorphosis, and that's okay. The more yummy question is, do you?

What you can celebrate is how far you have come; that is all that matters, and the right people for you won't make you feel small for rising. They will rise and celebrate your wins alongside you.

Warmly yours,

Jennifer