shedding layers
i've been like a lark for a very long time - gathering, twig by twig. i've gathered my way into a nest. it's comfortable, but i've been living in it for so long that it's now limiting my growth. my wings feel clipped.
today i realized that i'm afraid to move forward because it means letting go of a lot. letting go of old ideas and old dreams and old hopes. they've expired. and it's time to move on.
it hurts, but progress is ironically painful.
it's all a clearing out. a smashing down of nests and lofty ideals.
leaving the nest behind but carrying one twig on.
today i realized that i'm afraid to move forward because it means letting go of a lot. letting go of old ideas and old dreams and old hopes. they've expired. and it's time to move on.
it hurts, but progress is ironically painful.
it's all a clearing out. a smashing down of nests and lofty ideals.
leaving the nest behind but carrying one twig on.
nice shot!