“You too can fly.
But the cocoon must go!”
I was fifty before I felt like I was ready to leave the cocoon. It wasn’t an easy transition. But I wanted to fly before it was too late. I guess some doubt that I ever was trapped in my cocoon while others probably wonder if I ever will leave it. But then there are few who really know me. Or maybe it is better said that not many people know the real me. In fact, I am not sure I know the real me! I am still a work in progress and progress these days is slower…the age thing you know.
I have to admit I am more likely to flit about rather than zoom anywhere. But that’s okay, I am who and what I am; a woman free to fly if and when I want in any way I choose. Yes, I have left the cocoon and can fly. \O/ However, I still feel a bit naked without it.