I have been going through a very transformative period. Let's say that sometimes I feel as if I was thrown into a deep blue ocean, and I am now emerging as a completely different being. A mermaid, perhaps? Yes, a mermaid could be the best description. Half human, half mythology. A merge between what I previously was with my new self.
In my previous life, I lacked sensitivity, I lacked passion. My life was predetermined by my conscious self as a series of steps that needed to be done. Tasks to be completed. There was not much room for art, although I craved it, or tenderness, although I so much needed it. I somehow convinced myself that things were the way the were. I had to adapt. But it came the day when adapting didn't work anymore. That's when the transformation began.
Today, I hang on to my soul as my own way of surviving. I fear that, as my previous, practical, human part of the mermaid approaches I will loose all the passion and idealism I have welcomed in. I will fight for this newfound knowledge, I will protect my fragility. But I also need to leave space for common sense, for reason.
I guess my new challenge will be to keep the balance, and to acknowledge the mermaid from within.
Have you let your mermaid come out from her ocean?