Transition sucks. You know you need to emerge, just as a caterpilar needs to. It's that threshold between two places, where you need to take off, just like a butterfly, but you are so comfortable in the cocoon.
I do like butterflies, I'm on the verge.
Jack still pisses me off. My tears have dried up, okay I'm lying. I just watched a cd from his service and tears silently fell down my cheeks.
We can live life, or wallow in the past. 10 months into my new life, I choose to live, bring it on.
I belive everyone is capable of greatness, however one ranks that huge term. Greatness, to me, is so simple, making my son smile...making someone happy...helping a stranger, or talking to anyone without bias, only referring to a few homeless folks I met..and chose to talk to. They are people,and have merit.
Transition, is new, and I may not be out of the cocoon, but I'm on my way.
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