Chrysalis: (n) a preparatory or transitional state.
The main reason I don’t want to come out of my cocoon is that I don’t think I’ll end up being a pretty butterfly.
Wouldn’t that be horrible–to spend your life cramped into a tiny space, gouging your ego and leaving you feeling inadequate, only to burst
forth from your chrysalis and be either ugly or a gooey, incomplete mess?
I’ve wondered throughout my life if it’s more important to know what to do, how to do it, or when to do it. You see, there are many things I believe I’m prepared for, and then, even the hint of opportunity can surprise me, leaving me clumsy.
That’s why sometimes I giggle when our culture encourages us in the buffoonery of expressing verbal confidence, when we actually have no idea if we can pull something off or not.
Is it wrong to want a couple more days, weeks or months in the chrysalis before sticking a wing out and find out if we can fly?
Or is it just part of the process–that we get dumped out of our cocoon, and whatever we are is what we are?
Maybe we should have asked for a guarantee before entering our chrysalis: “This metamorphosis guarantees you one beautiful butterfly body…”
But in the world of nature, there are very few guarantees–just possibilities–usually afforded at the most inopportune time.