I Am.....The Lobster??

We are always changing.  Metamorphosing.  Becoming.  And not like a caterpillar that cocoons itself and becomes a beautiful butterfly or a less interesting moth, either.  More like one of those gross bugs that just grows until it’s too big for its exoskeleton and sheds that exoskeleton in gory, slimy glory to become something far more imposing and terrifying.

"Love me?"

Or, if you’re not into insect imagery, like a hermit crab that keeps getting different shells.  I guess.  But that fails to really make my point.

Hermit crabs are really pretty cute.

The problem with this “molting” is, of course, that it takes a while.  Not only do your insides have to outgrow your outsides, you have to actually shed those trappings.  And then it takes a while for your new exoskeleton to harden, you know?  To really become comfortable in your own (new and improved) skin.

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Sometime over the past month or so, I realized that over the last five years, I’ve become an entirely different person.  At some point, I shed the old me and just left her behind.  I keep trying to pinpoint the when, but I just can’t find it.  But I think that’s the point.  It takes a while.  It’s been a long, and sometimes VERY painful process, and my skin is a little raw still.

So I just want to take a moment to say “thanks” to anyone who has been around while I’ve been molting.  I’m sure it hasn’t been pretty, and I know it hasn’t left me a beautiful butterfly. 

But hey.  Butterflies live for a week.  Lobsters are ugly, scarred things and they live FOREVER.  

"I'm IMMORTAL!"