January 14, 2015 (part 2 of my metamorphasis)

I did it.  I went to my class.  I wasn’t the oldest.  I wasn’t the youngest.  I wasn’t the loudest.  I wasn’t the most quiet.  I wasn’t the most experienced, or the newest to the material.  I was right there, in the middle.  I fit in.  I belonged.  It all worked.  I felt good.  I want to go back.
I’m breaking out of my cocoon.  I’m growing.
This is growth, and I’m embracing it.

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