Cocoons probably stink

Today, a close friend sent me an email about how sad she was about this period of transition...having recently graduated from college, missing friends, being uncertain about the future. This was my response to her. I think I needed to hear it more than she did.

Aalishah,

Just think of all the times in your life when you have had to transition. Like when you had to learn how to walk. I'm not sure if you remember, but I can imagine that it was awkward. Up until that point, you were probably comfortable crawling around or being held in the arms of Grady and Cynthia [her parents]. But they had to stop carrying your heavy ass. So you learned to put one foot first. And you probably fell down a few times. But eventually you were walking- and the world was a different place from that point on.

If it would help to think of an external entity, consider a butterfly. At first, it is a slimy, hairy ass caterpillar confined to a life of dirt and leaves. Then, somehow (sorry, I didn't pay attention to the details in bio class) it transitions to life in a dirty cocoon. I'm sure that shit is uncomfortable. No one notices it. It's just wrapped up and secluded. No job. No activities. Then, one day that fool crawls out and flies away. People admire its beauty. People marvel at how freely it glides through the air- with purpose, with conviction. Have you ever tried to catch a butterfly? You can't even touch it.

Transition is a period of uncertainty. It's unsettling and uncomfortable. Take comfort in knowing that its also a temporary period. As cliche as it sounds...there IS a light at the end of the tunnel...and yours is bright- like Ashley's big ass red purse. I love you.

Living and Learning